Showing posts with label fail. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fail. Show all posts

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Day Six: menswear bunny (pt. 2)

Status of pupil dilation: back to normal. Thusly, I am about to embark on the most difficult part of this sewing project for children - the sewing. Wish me luck.

Materials:
- pieces of material I cut out from last time
- stuffing (Wal-Mart)
- sewing machine (still from my closet)
- needle and dark thread (also from closet)

Step One: cut out ears in the right colour. (Two of the pieces were supposed to be a different colour, as I suspected but was too lazy to check. But it's all right now!) Step Two: iron the pieces so they are flat. So far, I'm doing REALLY WELL.


Step Three: put the ears together, with the sides you want facing out at the end of it all (hereafter known as RS, for right side) facing in towards each other. Sew along the edges, leaving a space between the seam and the edge of the fabric. (Martha Stewart says 1/4 inch, but I alternately sewed off the edge and into the middle of the ear, so I can't really say what you should do.)

Step Four: turn the ears the right way out so you can marvel at your ability to sew an item intended to be sewn by children. I think because the ears are so small and I left such a wide edge, it was really hard to turn them inside out. But I could! With the assistance of a pen. I did it guys! I sewed my first thing! I called my mom over, and she said it was quite obvious that it was a bunny ear. I'm doing it! It was very stressful, because the sewing machine kept wanting to go to fast. I was like, "Hey now, slow it down; we're not in a race," plus the ear was so small and I was worried about ruining it somehow - but the sewing machine and I are coming to an understanding, I think. An understanding of slowness.


Step Five: one more ear and two arms, done in the same way.

Several times during steps four and five, I accidentally unthreaded the needle. Instead of panicking, I took a deep breath and re-threaded the needle like a pro. Then I started sewing into the middle instead of along the edge, so I had to stop and undo the stitches. As I undid the stitches, I notice that my material is really thin, and now has a bunch of tiny holes in it where the needle went in. Maybe that's why Martha Stewart recommended menswear.


Step Six: put the pieces of the body together and stare at Martha Stewart's picture to see what is supposed to happen now. It is at this point that I realized, with a terrible sinking feeling of immense disappointment, that I did the ears wrong. Ears do not need stuffing, so they do not need to be turned inside out. Unstitch them both, and redo. My fabric is starting to unravel at the edges. Stuff from Wal-Mart is crap.


Anyway, Step Six: put two body pieces RS facing in, and sew together. Important to leave a space on both sides to attach the arms, with one un-sewn side twice as big as the other (so you can stuff the stuffing in the big side). Martha says something about notching with scissors where the legs meet, but I don't know what that means so I don't do it.

I forgot to take a picture of this part, but sew the ears inside the head, pointing down to the bunny's butt. This is really important, so look at a picture here. Sew it up, turn it inside out (so it's the right way out now)... Annnnd... the big reveal...


My bunny looks like crap. Stupid Martha Stewart and her stupid unrealistic expectations. And the notching is important, I guess, because between the bunny's legs are all bunchy.

Step Seven: stuff arms. I used my magical pen to get the stuffing inside the arms, because those things are stinking TINY. Step Seven part b: stuff rest of stupid, ugly bunny body.


Step Eight: attach arms to the disappointingly un-cute non-menswear bunny. I don't know how Martha intended me to sew the arms on after sewing the body shut, but the Frankenstein-style stitches made me feel like that old duck man in a wheelchair from Nightmare Before Christmas, which lent my bunny an even creepier air.

Maybe adding the eyes and nose will make it look adorable? (This is done with a hopeful heart and a needle and thread. Just go over the same spot again and again until you have a large enough dark dot that looks like a facial feature.)


Maybe not.

I had visions of lying with my tiny menswear bunny in my bed in Campbell River, during those lonely times when I realize that everyone I know lives a 2 hour ferry-ride away. I think if I were to wake up to this thing staring me in the face, I'll have a heart attack.

I hate to say it, but if every craft post on here has the tag of 'fail' attached, I'm not sure I can continue. I did warn you all at the outset that I'm not very good at crafty things, but I think I may have secretly overestimated my ability. THIS WAS A SEWING PROJECT FOR CHILDREN. For CHILDREN. A kid could definitely not do this. Unless they were some sort of sewing superhero kid, or else really good at reading instructions.

Day Six Highlights: wrangling a sewing machine, being able to re-thread a needle like a pro, initial success

Day Six Lowlights: the sting of consistent failure, not reading instructions properly, moving away from everyone who loves me

Tomorrow: I am going to Whistler for five days. I was planning on creating a squirrel from an old glove, but now I think I will stick to writing and attempting to take pictures. (That counts as creative, right?) And honestly, this might not keep going upon my return. I am really screwing all this stuff up.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Day Three: Japanese papercraft boxes

One of the things I am super proud of myself for remembering that I need when I move to Campbell River is tools. Nothing fancy, of course, but things like a hammer, screwdriver, pliers, and duct tape will be accompying me on my journey. Most of them I collected from home, but I had to go into Canadian Tire for a screwdriver and duct tape; while I was there, I also looked at the tool boxes because I wanted a place for my tools to be kept together. Much to my chagrin, toolboxes start at $20, and they COME EMPTY. Which, my brother says, is obvious, but I think that's a rip off. So I decided that I would make my own tool box. (Initially it was going to be a tool bag, but then I found these boxes at Evil Mad Scientist Laboratories and decided they were perfect.)

I'm a little bit afraid that this is above my skill level, but then so will most of the things I attempt, so I'm going to give it a good try. Also, the dimensions they provide are for business card holders, and I need tool holders, so I'm going to make it up a little.

It did not start well. The comments on the instructions page make it sound easy to change the dimensions of the box, but I had a really hard time doing it and mostly ended up guessing. The instructions call for paperboard, and I don't know what that is; I thought that the box should be sturdy if it's going to hold my tools, so I grabbed some of my cardboard moving boxes and chopped them up. This was really hard, because I only have normal scissors, and I rethought the heavy cardboard idea and switched to cereal boxes because there is no cardstock paper in my house. Then I lost the instructions and almost gave up. (At times like this I feel this challenge is a waste of time. WHY AM I DOING THIS?)

Then I started converting the measurements and it wasn't making sense, then I threw my cereal boxes on the ground and I DID give up. Say what you will, but I have reached my breaking point. I am going to make a stupid tool bag another day. This box stuff is junk. Now if you'll excuse me, I am going to crochet a few layers onto my scarf that I've been working on since last November. Since I have committed myself to this thing, and I have to produce something creative. ARGH.

Measurements before angry crocheting: 110 cm

Measurements after angry crocheting: 120 cm

As proof to you, here is a photo of my in-progress-forever scarf, which I have never laid out flat before and looked at it, and now I can tell it's slowly growing wider. I am not fixing it.


Day Three Highlights: NOTHING.

Day Three Lowlights: stupid paper boxes that I want to punch in the face and light on fire.

Tomorrow: maybe some more magnets. I need to feel the warmth of success again.