Attempt One:
An old, grey, too short t-shirt with no hope. Sort of like yesterday's weather hereabouts, except for the too short part.
I made this on Monday night while watching football (of course - until yesterday I was 3-0-0, but this week's loss has put me down to fourth place...I know you were anxiously waiting to hear an update from the world of Fantasy Football for Girls.)
The flower? I had visions of this dancing through my head, and instead it came out like this:
So there's some sort of fundamental disconnect between my eyes and my brain.
This can't be a news flash.
Attempt two:
An old, too short, white t-shirt, also with no hope. And pit stains.
Mmmmm. Yummy.
This time, instead of just sewing across the bottom like I did for Old Grey, I clipped out the side seams and folded the bottom over itself to create a square bottomed bag.
I also managed to break my needle. Could have been the three seams on top of each other that did it, I don't know...
And the flowers?
I had visions of this, and tried REALLY HARD to follow the directions this time, using off cuts of my curtains from university. (From. University.)
MANY years ago.
I faithfully pinned and cut and pinned some more...
And ended up with this fine thing, which looks nothing like its inspiration, which I shall cleverly ignore and say I was making wonky marigolds instead.
I may or may not have finished it in the van, on the way to the birthday party.
Because I'm cool like that.
