Fancy, yes? No, not fancy at all.
So, I didn't put the sewing machine away. It just SAT there. TEMPTING me! Fiend, it KNOWS that anytime I touch it death is imminent. My bobbin gets tangled, It ends up with large amounts of sadness. Sad sad sad sadness. Despite that, I once again sat down in front of this device of torture. I have an addiction, a bad one. I love collars. I luuuuuuuurve them. So I made one. And it turned out OK. See?
Again, see?
Little bit more fancy. Yes?
So then I took it ONE step further. I wanted a martingale. I WANTED one. Yes, she already has a ton but none like THIS!
So, I guess the machine did not explode. I am making more collars tonight. Wish me luck. By the way, all collars made of things found around the house!
Hahaha, more collars? Suppose I shouldn't be surprised, huh?
ReplyDeleteHope the sadness remains at bay!
Awesome collars, awesome seamstress
ReplyDeleteThose are gorgeous collars though! I'm trying to learn to make my own too, but my version currently would involve a heavy-duty stapler and some fabric...Anyways! Yours are much much better!
ReplyDeleteSad to say, the main reason I would ever want to get a sewing machine would be to make collars and pet bandannas.
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