. . .and so it begins

Finally, I have actually started the first post, at least that is one thing I can cross off my list of things to do. My most recent foray is into sewing. This year my ancient machine died in the middle of my son's Halloween costume (it probably didn't help that I was making it out of the thickest fleece ever). Rather than get the machine repaired (again), I decided to treat myself to a new machine. At first it was just supposed to be a cheap-o Singer or something, but then I went into an actual sewing machine store and tried some of the nice machines. Um, hello, you had me at German design! It was amazing how easy it was! It actually made me want to sew.

Long story short, I ended up with a Pfaff, service plan, and a lot of explaining to do at home as to why DIY, on the cheap costume now cost hundreds of dollars. I promised myself (and hubby) that I would make good use of the machine. And so I have ever since.

There were plenty of hand made holiday gifts, some bags and purses, but fairly quickly I decided I was going to start quilting. It took no time at all for me to become fabric obsessed. This must be what draws so many of us to sewing, I could look at fabric for hours and hours (but really I only have minutes and minutes before the little ones voice powerful objections.) Already I feel the pull of stash hoarding!

My late grandmother quilted, and so does my aunt. Between the two of them I got quilts for both of my kids when they were born, which are really special to me and I hope they will be for the kids as they grow. I made a quilt for my doll once when I was 10 or so at my grandmothers house. It was a simple patchwork with yarn ties. Jumping back into this is going to take some research.