I ROCKED that bizzle.
Feb 24, 2007 I was going to write this post about how much Phoebe hates the jacket that I made her, but screw that. I'm effing proud of it, so I'll make the post about me and my awesome sewing skillz.
So, yeah. I made Phoebe a jacket. Lined. With elastic in the sleeves and in the waist. With a zipper. And a hood. And I followed ALL the directions, and ripped out my stitches when I screwed up, and made everything look nice. And I had to hand stitch (BY HAND!) the inside seam of the sleeve closed after I inserted the elastic.
I GRACIOUSLY used my white flower PRR cord that I've been hoarding, and used my beautiful purple print flannel for the lining. I AM SO NICE. I mean, I let Phoebe go through my fabric and pick whatever she wanted. MAN. I AM JUST THE NICEST PERSON.
I don't mind saying that the pattern -- that taunted me with its "Oh, I only have 3 pieces! How hard can I be?" turned out to be a huge pain in my ass. Huge. Nothing lined up properly, and I KNOW it wasn't me. And, the instructions kind of sucked. But since I've made one now, I know the pattern's faults, and I don't think the next one (HA! listen to me! I'm such an optimist!) will take so long.
Another project crossed off my list. Now? I'm going to go be a lump for the rest of the day. I'm wiped out. Being nice is a lot of damn work.



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