some of my weekend sewing

can you see what this is? it's done for the cutie below:







cub scout patches. oy vey. i sat there, frustrated and with bent needles for the 100th anniversary patch session, wondering what was worse? boy scout patches or us navy rockers? they're both miserable in their own ways... rockers at least allow you to put pins through them, but i managed to use some ingenuity and got the stinkin' patch on his shirt.


boo had his first pack meeting on friday and has his first den meeting, where he'll meet the rest of his den, tomorrow afternoon. we went shopping today for his uniform and i had to get it ready. what happened to the days of tiger scouts wearing the bright-assed orange tshirt like my brother had in the 80's? oh...they upgraded the tshirt to adult sizes, minus the cool white sleeve stripes, for a whoping $0.99 each. seriously! snappy and i both have one to show our tiger scout pride.


speaking of snappy.... look what my fantastic husband did last night!






i had called him in to flip through my 501 quilt blocks book and pick some out for me to make in addition to my august swap blocks on flickr. in the end, i brought out the sew mini, set the sucker up and almost cursed at the simplicity. so simple there is no light on the machine and the on/off switch is the foot pedal - no speed control!!! that makes for an interesting time of teaching. but, once midnight hit, snappy had completed his "homeward bound" block in red, white & blue as a sailor-made block to go to a fellow sailor in need. fantastic. did i mention the sew mini doesn't have markings either? i had to put masking tape down and measure out 1/4" for snappy.


boo wants to make one too. i just might struggle through teaching him a split rail block. it's easy enough as long as he can follow the line on the masking tape, right? i'm a nervous mother. i don't know when exactly i learned to sew on a machine, but i remember sitting in my mom's room with a pair of wildly flowered shorts that needed a hem repair and learning to handstitch a hem. i must have been 7 or 8 years old at the time. i had my great grandmother's cast iron sewing machine in my room for years - up until i moved out when i got married. i figured it out on my own at some point in time. my mom's "new" machine later was passed down to me, but by then, the singer was already almost 30 years old. it had been top of the line with drop in cassettes for the decorative stitching. the machine just never could do invisible zippers and eventually the timing gear was stripped and the cabinet worth more than the machine.


i almost feel bad that boo has to learn on such a crappy little machine, but my brother is too complicated for him or snappy to use at this point. at least it's not a toy sewing machine, right? it's real. it's just little and weighs less than 5 lbs and has a few stitches to choose from with no extra feet. he shouldn't need them...