Showing posts with label sewing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sewing. Show all posts

Monday, October 30, 2017

DIY Halloween Bunting

I know that I refer to my blog as a "food and lifestyle blog," but let's face it, it's mainly about food -- food, and table settings, and my pithy commentary. But today, it's going to be that lifestyle blog that I hoped it would be, because I just have to share with you this Halloween bunting that I made.

To you it's probably nothing special; to me it is remarkable. I'll tell you why. I do not sew. I want to sew, I mean I really, really want to sew, but ever since junior high Home Ec, when I was assigned a sewing machine that would continuously run amok, causing me to end up with the nickname of "the ripper," I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

It's not that I don't have a sewing machine, I have two. One is a Singer from the 1940s that belonged to my great aunt who, only partially sighted and into her 90s, sewed her own clothes. (You've read about her before in
this post.) I also have my mother's Singer sewing machine from the 1970s, and this is the one that I decided to unveil.

I have a fascination with fabric. I buy a lot of it, and tend to use it in various food displays, or make it into napkins that are hand sewn, or table runners, table toppers, anything that I can cut, pin, and sew by hand. But I really wanted a Halloween bunting for my mantle.
I searched the web for various patterns, thinking that I would indeed sew mine by hand, and then realized the futility of that. So, I got out my mother's machine and, taking it out of the case, was shocked and thankful to see that it still had thread! I used this pattern (I love this one because it requires only one seam per flag), and gingerly started to sew. In no time I had sewn each of the flags, trimmed them, turned them, and attached them to some binding (the latter by hand because, by this point, my nerves were shot).
I love the look. This probably doesn't seem like much to you, but it represents a giant step for me. And, I can't tell you how proud of myself that I am.
P.S. If you happened to notice the ragged cut lines, rest assured that I will be no longer using fingernail scissors to cut fabric. I bought myself a shiny new pair of Gingher's!

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