Anxiety

30 women all around my age. How much will 30 women eat? Will they even eat the salad? How many heads of lettuce should I get? She said to get 6 bags of salad...but those bags are iceberg lettuce, I hate iceberg lettuce. I'll just make the salad and get some romaine and green leaf lettuce, much better. Oh but I need to get carrots and cucumber and broccoli and celery and green onion... How many heads of lettuce? 4? I guess so. Why did I volunteer to do food??!! I hate preparing food for people. I always watch their faces when they take a bite and read into every blink, glance and mouth wipe. They hate it...they want to puke...ahhh....why did I offer to do this, I always regret it.

All of the vegetables cost 10 bucks, wow, what a steal, now to just wash and chop them all. Ok this is taking much longer than I thought and I am hurrying so it looks crappy...dangit! It took me 3 hours to cut all those vegetables and it looks terrible, I may accidentally forget the salad...oops...I'll just go buy the bags real quick. I hate wasting money more than preparing food for people so that won't work. Dammit! I forgot the salad dressing....wait church functions aren't supposed to make me swear...ahh...now I feel terrible. I need salad dressing. I'll just stop at Henry's on the way there. Of course, Henry's doesn't have any normal dressing, it is all organic and free of things and very expensive. What do I get?! I'm late! Why do I put things off like this?! I'll just get this, I heard people saying they loved it once.

Ok, I finally made it. Oh no! People are actually here. 30 women...I should not be nervous, these are my peers. I should feel comfortable with them, they are all in their pajamas and I am in mine at this fun sleep-over themed get-to-know-you social event....nothing in that sentence comforts me, though...absolutely nothing. Get-to-know-who? I already know these people and I know none of them like me so why am I here. Oh, I planned it...that's why...shoot. Maybe I could go in the kitchen and wash dishes. Perfect! Oh there are only a few platters to wash, that will only take a few minutes. Eat! Everyone else is eating. It is just pizza, everyone likes Papa John's Pizza, phew! But the salad and the dressing...someone just poked around in the salad and then put the tongs backs...opting out I see... that's ok...I understand. The next girl with her nose in the air takes a little salad and then picks up the dressing, reads the title, scoffs and then turns it around to read the ingredients and then puts it down...then picks the next bottle...oh, same stuff...turns to her friend, there is only one type of dressing, she says with disgust. The girl replies with a humph...they turn up their noses and walk back to their seats. Uuuuggghhh..... Oh man, I should have gotten the ranch even though it was 6 bucks. Oh geez. This is the worst. I made way too much salad...what was I thinking? I am so retarded when it comes to these things, why do I try? Ok just forget about it and get some and sit down and eat. The pizza is good and so is the salad, but I made it so, of course, I think it is good.

My turn to introduce myself...Oh gosh...I think I am going to puke, my throat is so dry...what will I say...oh that was a stupid thing to say...everyone is looking at me, just look down, no one cares, just stop talking. Ok...done. Glad that is over. But what did I say? Something stupid no doubt. Now onto the games...I think I better go clean up...oops I didn't put my name in the bowl...too bad. Not really.

Good thing I won't have to plan another one of these for a while.....I hope I get released soon.

Matching wallet

And to match the corduroy Phoebe bag I made a wallet of sorts. I really just wanted an excuse to use the remaining 2 buttons and fabric. I did not have a pattern for this so it took much longer than the bag. It is basically an envelope. The hardest part was figuring out how to line it with the side panels in the right places. After several drawings and ponderings and test sewings and a few exasperated sighs, I figured it out. First I cut out my wallet shape in the corduroy and the lining fabric. Then I measured the sides to see how big the I needed to make the side panels. For the side panels, I sewed the corduroy and the striped lining fabric right sides together just at the top and then flipped them right sides out and put a piece of wonder-under inside and ironed it so it would be a little stiffer. Then I zig-zagged the remaining 3 sides (still right side out- the edges will not be seen). I used what I learned making the Phoebe bag (in the "Prepare the exterior" step) and pinned the side panels to the wallet-- corduroy to corduroy, then right side of lining fabric on top of the panels. I thought, "Oh boy, this is not going to work..." so I sewed a wide running stitch and flipped it right side out and to my utter shock, it worked. So this is probably really confusing but just follow the directions for the Phoebe bag and apply that same concept to this wallet. I sewed all the way around the wallet and left the bottom end open so I could flip it right side out. I also top-stitched the flap and the side panels.

Corduroy Jacket/Bag

I found this really cute pattern for a purse on a blog called Artsy-Crafty Babe. She has some great patterns and some great ideas. She has a couple of free patterns that I really liked so I downloaded them and tried one of them out.

I had this corduroy jacket that I bought at a thrift store. I loved the color, the fabrics, the buttons, and the pockets but it did not fit me right.

It made a better purse. I used the Phoebe Bag pattern by Rebeka Lambert.
This bag now has all of the best parts of the jacket. I sure had fun making it.

My creative-outlet-blog

I have created this blog primarily for myself. It may sound a bit selfish but who will really want to look at this blog other than my sweet sisters? I am using this blog to motivate myself to keep busy and have fun making things. I like to make things and on this blog I will show what I make and how I made it. The title of the blog is the sheepish answer I give when people ask where I got something that is, in fact, homemade.