Here's the first in the handmade Christmas gifts this year. I can't really post the rest until Christmas day because it would spoil the surprise. (This is in the hopeful wish that my family deigns to read my blog)
I am not a good seamstress. If forced into sweatshop work I would surely be punished severely for my uneven stitches and sloppy seams. But I can't stop sewing. I keep thinking I'll get better with time, but I think it's just in my nature to not care too much about the details so long as the whole looks semi-alright.
I made a lap quilt for myself this spring that I love. It might be my favorite thing I've ever made. But again, I didn't have a piece of batting that was the right size, so I put two pieces in there. I also didn't sew the batting into one side so it would stick to the edges, so I had to sew all kinds of crazy lines across the middle. I don't care. It adds to my blankies "character".
When my niece came to visit, she liked my crazy quilt and asked for one for herself. So that's what she is getting from me for Christmas. I embroidered fairies and mermaids on it so as to distract from the sloppy stitching. Did I mention she really likes pink? I love her. I let her choose the fabric. If I feel up to it I'm going to make a matching quilt for her American girl doll. (kill me) It's in some small measure better than the one I made myself, but in other ways, much worse. Oh well, she's 7. She won't know until she's older just how bad it is...