Fast forward to almost exactly 3 years ago and I took my first sewing class called "Getting to know your machine" with Pippablue in Galway. I had taken a notion to buy an Argos Value Machine for a whopping €50 but didn't even know how to thread it, much less make it go! I was reminded of this a couple of months ago when chatting with my good buddy Heather (who blogs here). She said she remembered my excitement at that first class. I went on a hunt to find the picture we took when we finished up. Oh I was so nervous and delighted with myself that day. Check out my first ever, teeny tiny cushion......... I'll admit, it's still on a chair in my bedroom, even more dwarfed by the size of the chair!
After that class, I didn't sew for months. I was a little daunted by the thought of ruining beautiful fabric by actually cutting it up! When I joined my quilting class a few months later though, I got over that and when I finished my first quilt, I made this cushion from the gorgeous nautical range by Sarah Jane called Out to Sea. I made it for my son but eventually I "borrowed" it and it's sitting on the top shelf in my sewing room because........ well, it makes me happy!
After this a whole 2 years went by before I made another cushion. To be honest, I was procrastinating. A soft green velvet cushion on my couch had worn out/shredded/wasted away and it needed a new cover. I just couldn't get the motivation to use a dull fabric. When you're used to the beautiful quilting fabrics we use, upholstery fabric is just BORING! But finally, last week, I got it done. It's the one in the center......... blends in pretty ok, doesn't it?
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| Excuse my poor tatty couch! |
So that was it, I got my mojo back with that boring cushion out of the way so today, I grabbed a bunch of scraps from a gorgeous range of fabric from The Quilt Shop and sewed them up and finally, FINALLY I have a proper girlie cushion in my house! It took less than an hour to make this 18" cushion.
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| Feel free to squeal at the girlishness........I did! |
When you live with a hubby and 3 male children, you don't get many girlish things in the house. My small boys are happy for me - well, they were after they exclaimed in disgust "what is that girlie thing doing in our house?" while pointing and screwing up their faces. I explained mummies need for pretty and they're ok with it. I might even manage a few more!
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