Mom is Just a Nickname

For years, I’ve been scared of sewing machines. Don’t ask me why…it has something to do with always breaking the machine….or at least causing a severe delay in the project because of messing something up. I used to sew with both of my grandmothers (little things like potpourri saches and pillows) and I sewed with my best friend in high school too (scrunchies, remember, Susie?). But once I got off on my own and was sewing for my own house (curtains and the like), the machines never liked me.

So, several months ago, I inherited my grandmother’s sewing machine. It’s been sitting in storage since then and I even avoided using it when I made Toph’s Friar costume for Halloween. Remember, I sewed the whole thing by hand! Because I was scared of the machine.

Well, lately, I’ve been looking into buying reuseable shopping bags. You know, tote bags, basically, so that you don’t have to get tons of plastic grocery bags every time you shop. We have a ridiculous amount of the plastic things in our garage awaiting recycling. It’s horrible.

I’ve also had a lot of fabric laying around. I bought a bunch at Christmas-time to wrap gifts (I bought cheap remnants!) and I have also inherited a bunch from my grandmother. Not to mention having a ton left over from the friar costume.

Fabric + sewing machine = tote bags, right? That’s what my mind did with the information anyhow. So, today I tried it. I made one big oopsie, but I doubt if you’ll know what it is just by looking at the pics. I’m sure it doesn’t look professional or store bought, but darn it! I made it.

X has declared that it should be his and that if that particular one isn’t for him, I should get right to making him one of his own just like it. *snort*