Thursday, September 17, 2009
At times I wonder precisely when it will be that I morph into a wise soul and instinctively know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em. Or in this case, know when to walk away, know when to run.
A couple of days ago, I was on the edge of my seat (in a running after kids, doing stuff way) with excitement, because all was clear for an evening crafty session with my Quilt Project square. The words of the wiser-than-wise owl Christie echo in my ears as I type: “no craft is safe when you are tired!”. After a few nights of a few hours sleep, I discovered that the involvement of fusible webbing is no exception.
One would have thought that watching the iron slowly scorch the canvas would cause me to have a PULL OUT, PULL OUT, YOU’VE HIT AN ARTERY! moment. Alas! Alack! Non. I’m sure whole seconds passed as I watched in fixated horror and fascination.
After a minor meltdown (it’s not only where the marks of my air erasable pen were – there’s a general sort of old-man-undies, beige tinge going on), I then attempted redemption with the teensiest of fairy buttonhole stitches around the edges of my satin house. It took hours. I loved it. I should have been sleeping.
Back to the iron to do more fusibly webby stuff and voila! A great whopping strip of wayward fusible gunk stuck to an entire house worth of perfect stitchery. Refer back to that top pic to get the gunk gist.
With the words of The Gambler ringing in my head (as it so often does), I went to bed.
The following evening, I had a small child on my lap and then crawling on to my head, so Take Two on the house involves neither buttonhole, nor fairy. It’s more a blanket sort of stitch designed by horses.
I’m not ready to ’fess up all to Kirsty yet. I have theories for scorched concealment. While I thought sparkly glittery bits around the offending areas may help...
...I’m thinking I may need something more. I figure my best bet may just be to keep my square moving. Or present it the way kids show you stuff, by thrusting it 3cm in front of your eyeballs. I can see there remain some issues to nut out.
PS. Does any kind and knowledgeable soul out there, have a top tip for the removal of singed, obviously-no-longer-air-erasable-fabric-marker-pen on canvas (nice try, Tania)? Preferably one that doesn’t involve the words ‘start’ and ‘again’?
PPS. Find a whole lot of lovely (with a lot less angst) creative spaces via Kirsty’s...