Perhaps this is a very appropriate subject for my first post. I good ninja must learn the cycle of life, death, and rebirth, to be open to change. “Do what works for you only as long as it works for you.”
A few days ago my husband got a new pillow. I heard him call down from upstairs, “do we have any pillowcaseeeeees?” I replied, “give me a day, tomorrow I’ll have a pillowcase for you”. This was my super stealthy ninja way of getting to go back to the fabric store and purchase the ultra-adorable superman fabric that I had passed up the day before because I didn’t have an immediate project for which to use it. I found the bolt right where I had left it and gleefully had them cut a meter. I was only briefly distracted by this gorgeous piece of fabric
but I’ll get back to that later. All the way home all I could think about was “it’s so snuggly and flannel-y”, picturing him cozying right down into the pillow and floating softly off to dreamland.
So I got home, took about 15 minutes and whipped up a little pillowcase, shoved the pillow inside, and when bedtime came we traipsed up the stairs with the new magical pillow of sleepiness!
He got into bed and positioned the pillow as I watched intently. “It’s good…” he said… but I could hear the ellipsis even in his voice. “It’s really nice but… it’s a bit too warm. But it would be good for a winter pillowcase…” It was a 30C July day today, wtf was I thinking making a flannel pillowcase? He very gentlemanly tried to save my feelings, but I outright asked him, “do you want this to be a winter pillowcase, or do you want me to take it apart and make something else?”.
“Maybe something else?…”
*sigh* Back to the drawing board. I went back downstairs and ripped it all out. I didn’t even cry a little bit!
So I sat there and stared at the fabric. And stared and stared and stared. I have a new little nephew coming September, so I got the idea to make something for him. I didn’t have any blue cotton, but I remembered some red that I had gotten as a remnant for super cheap. I had a meter of superman and a yard of red, so I cut the difference, sewed the two main pieces together and remarked to myself how much the solid red invokes the feeling of a superman cape! The difference between a yard and a meter is about .1m (give or take a little because fabric I get on the internet is usually very exact and the fabric I get at Fabricland usually has a little extra which may or may not be usable because of the way it is cut) so I dug my bib patterns back out. I cut all the pieces out of superman, and edged the pocket in red… very snazzy if I do say so myself!