Sunday Sewing
This didn't go quite like I had planned.

So I was thinking my first blog post should be really upbeat and positive, and then I had a really frustrating afternoon that I needed to share. I got angry with myself for messing something up - a bag I was sewing out of some of my hand spun, hand woven fabric. I have 4 such bags in various stages of "production." I wove the fabric last spring, started sewing over the summer but my sewing machine broke, and then life got in the way. So I just got a new machine Thursday, and Sunday was supposed to be my sewing day.
I'm not a great seamstress. My mom is amazing, but she lives an hour away. Plus, I really thought I had this. The straps were made, the fabric was pinned, the lining was cut and pinned, and the pockets were sewn. All I had to do was sew. It started out great, but when it came time to put it all together I got confused. I can never figure out how to put the bag, liner, and straps all together. I remembered to leave an opening to pull it all through, which I was proud of, but I didn't get the right side/wrong side thing correct and it turned out all wrong.
Then, to make things even worse, I grabbed the bag and my seam ripper to start taking it apart, got about 3 inches into it, and realized I had the wrong bag! I had accidentally grabbed the one that was almost done and ripped it apart. Grrrr!
So I had to walk away. I went and rinsed some fiber I had dyed earlier in the day then did some cleaning in the barn. A lot of times the physical work helps release that tension, but even that wasn't enough to calm me down. So then I took the dog for a walk on the airline trail and by the time I got back to my car I was much calmer.
I think the biggest part was feeling like I had wasted a huge chunk of time, but I realized I can't be so hard in myself. I needed to look at this as a learning experience. I know I'm not great at sewing and could have taken the time to watch a quick YouTube video but I chose not to. And that's okay. I messed up, but I learned a lot. From this experience I have a much better image in my head about how it all works. Does that mean I'll never mess up again? I hope so, but I'm not gonna count on it. And it's okay. I enjoyed the time I spent at my sewing machine, making a finished product from what started out as fiber from my sheep and goats......or at least trying to! And I'll get it done eventually. I'm not going to stress myself out getting it ready for the farmers market I'm doing on Sunday- if it's done, great, but if not that's okay too.
I guess the point I'm trying to share with you is that we need to not be so hard on ourselves. It's okay to make mistakes, to not do things perfectly, to walk away when things get stressful. Fiber arts are a part of my life that I truly enjoy - I can't let experiences like today take that joy away from me.







