I like to think of myself as crafty and resourceful, good at repurposing items for whatever I need or want.
But lately I’ve been having to rethink my whole crafting identity.
It all began with thrifted sweaters. (Yes, there were two.) I used the first for this sweater pillow and these leg warmers with moderate success.
All that success went to my head, though, and I became a little too confident and decided to make myself a pair of mittens.
Part of the irony of this post is that I (along with my Grandma D) have cut and sewed and sold HUNDREDS of pairs of mittens out of sweaters (the kind with the 3-part pattern and a cuff) over the past few years. But I decided to deviate from our normal pattern and go with something a little different.
“It will be easier,” I thought.
“They will be cute,” I thought.
“It could revolutionize the way I live my life,” I thought.
WRONG. I was so, so wrong.
Here’s the story, in pictures (and some words, because hey, I’m a writer).
I took the sleeves of the sweater and cut them off.
I then repurposed a political flyer and created a pattern for my hand. I censored the guy because this blog is not about politics and I didn’t want to hurt his feelings in case he saw what I did with his nice mailing. I also thought this could make a nice blog post title. “Mitten Tutorial: In which I propose an alternate use for mailed political flyers.” I have begun to put way to much thought into these titles.
I then began to sew, oblivious to what was to come.
Things were looking good at this point. In my mind, it closely resembles a mitten.
But then, once I trimmed up the seams and insided it out, I was horrified to find this:
I’m not sure what it looks like, but it is definitely not something I would wear in public (which is, of course, the mark of a successful craft).
So, yeah. Back to the drawing board on this one. I might blame it on a number of things, like the chunkyness of the sweater or my ancient sewing machine, but it really is because I do not have the proper skills nor motivation to tweak this into something wearable at this point.
Lesson learned. I need to stop the sweater madness. Or at least spend more time on making a successful end result.
At this point, all this mitten is good for would be losing it in the woods:
Please tell me someone else has heard of this book?
At least this book is really cute, even if my mitten is… slightly less cute.