Finished!
I was given a sewing machine for graduation and had attempted a few projects, but none were really successful. I guess that’s because I don’t really know what I am doing. But I finished the first project that I think is actually worth giving someone! It’s a baby blanket for some friends who are having a little girl. It is so fun and girly with some nice soft satin she can touch and learn about textures. Not even close to perfect, but it will get the job done, and I learned a lot while making it.
August 9th, 2005 at 3:39 pm
well done Rachel (I assume…). I take comfort knowing that this baby will know all about textures long before her peers. She’s going places.
August 12th, 2005 at 10:07 am
If kids don’t learn about textures at home, they’ll learn it on the streets from strangers. Good job Rachel.
August 16th, 2005 at 3:43 pm
Regarding my previous post, only the first sentence was sarcastic, the second, genuine (i.e. I congratulate you and respect you for your sewing accomplishment, Rachel). It is difficult to convey my thoughts in comments. If I were to speak my comments, there would be inflections in my voice. Regardless, when I reread my comment it seemed quite cynical so I had to explain myself (I didn’t want you to think I was making fun of you for making a wonderful baby gift). I want to be a friend that supports my friends’ creative endeavours.
However, the first sentence was very funny, I thought, and I laughed to myself for quite a while imagining the following scene:
Setting:
A dark alleyway around midnight. Steam is seen coming out of the sewer in the pale lamplight.
A frightened little five year old boy with blonde hair is lost and trying to find his way home.
A hunched figure emerges from the shadows of the alley as the boy approaches. He has long greasy hair and smells of alcohol and garlic.
“Hey kid! What’re you lost?” he asks.
“Uhh… yes sir.” muttered the young boy.
“Come ‘ere, I got something to show you that your Mama don’t want you to know about.”
Curiosity overcomes fear just enough for the boy to follow him into the dark alley.
The shady strangers reaches for something inside his trenchcoat and pulls out a sheet of 80 grit sandpaper.
“Textures,” mumbles the frightened voice of the innocent youngster, “my mother told me about those… and she told me about people like you!”
At that moment the boy remembers everything he was ever taught about textures from his loving parents and he ran away, found a friendly police officer and got home safely.
Moral: You’re never too young to learn about textures.
August 17th, 2005 at 7:36 am
No hard feelings T.J.–You have a vivid imagination! I hope our child is never in a dark alley alone, but if so, I hope that he too will make it to safety, and remember all about the textures he learned as a baby.
August 18th, 2005 at 11:48 am
Don’t worry, I’ll teach him how to handle himself in dark alleys.