My Aunt Mary is the best seamstress I have ever known. She can sew anything and is a consummate perfectionist. People have always offered to pay her to make things for them but she never would. Before I started sewing I couldn't understand this. She makes beautiful quilts and lots of people have offered to buy her quilts but she refused. She would always say " I won't sell my children or my husband and I won't sell my quilts". I guess that is her way of saying it is a labor of love and she isn't going to make a job of it. The more I sew the more I understand her. You lose the joy when it becomes a duty. I don't feel that way about the purses I make. I enjoy making them and don't mind making them for other people. But recently I agreed to make a comforter, shams and dust ruffle for someone. A K-I-N-G sized comforter. An over sized king sized comforter. Just how big is that you ask? It is 115" wide. That is BIG. This has not been a labor of love and it is the last one I will ever agree to do. Making a comforter is not difficult in itself. Making a comforter big enough to cover Rhode Island is tough on a tiny little woman. My work area is not big enough to work on this monstrosity efficiently. Thankfully my buddy Kelli has OCD when it comes to cleaning and her garage floor is clean enough to eat on. So I borrowed her garage for working on this project. She took pictures of me pinning on piping. I guess because I looked funny to her. Now that I see the pictures I agree. I don't think it is taught this way in any sewing class. I knew I had my own way of doing things but please!
No wonder my back hurts at the end of the day! I'll be glad when this project is done and I can get back to my manageable little purses.
