Yep, that’s what my momma always taught me but dang it .. sharing my sewing space might not be something I can do.
Last night Chad found a piece of plaid fabric. Back when I used to smock, some 20 years ago, this fabric was the perfect fabric for knickers that went with a little boy’s outfit with Santa and a sleigh smocked on the shirt. I loved that little outfit and made a whole bunch of them and had a good bit of this black/aqua/white/red fabric left over. Out of the clear blue, Chad announced that he wanted to make himself a shirt out of that fabric.
I hate to discourage his creativity but starting out making a man’s shirt, when he’s never sat down at a sewing machine is not something I felt he should do. But, in true Chad “I can do anything!” fashion, he went to Wal-Mart, bought himself a pattern and was all fired up about getting this shirt done.
There’s a quilt on the longarm that I would like to finish tonight but I can already see that’s not going to happen. I stopped and did a quick cleanup of the cutting table, found some pins he can use, gave him a pair of scissors, explained about matching plaids, lining up the arrow with the grain of the fabric — let me check before you cut anything!
I’ll set up a Singer 301 for him to use and we’ll see where this takes us. The selfish part of me hopes that he gives up quickly!