The Crafting Day That Wasn’t Meant To Be

I should not have gotten out of bed this morning. Seriously.

I tried to do some crafting today. I started with two framing projects. Premade frames – check. Fusible interfacing – check. Stitched pieces – check. Okay, iron the pieces. No problem. Heat up fusing iron (I have a crappy iron to do fusing because, well, I ruined the iron doing fusing one time, so I’m not going to risk my good replacement). No problem. Cut interfacing to size. No problem. Fuse interfacing to stitched pieces? Yeah, now we’re having a little bit of a problem. My ironing technique was wrong for the first one, so the stitched piece got pulled out of shape. I had to rip off the interfacing completely, try to iron the piece (with the good iron, of course) back into shape and try again. I was able to mostly salvage the piece. I’m not happy with it, but it is what it is.

Time to fuse the next piece. More problems. Changed my ironing technique so as to not pull the piece out of shape. Flipped the piece over and there’s some kind of bubble effect going on right behind the stitched portion of the fabric. *sigh* I didn’t bother retrying the fusing this time. It’s not too bad, so I’ll just suck it up and deal.

So, now I’m ready to insert the pieces in the frames. Flipped over the brown frame and found spots where the finish was coming off. Crap. One frame shot. Flipped over the white frame. You have GOT to be KIDDING ME! It’s unusable, as well. #*%$!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m so mad at this point that I grab both of the frames and head to the garage. I start rifling through, trying to find every can of spray paint that we own. There it is – white spray paint. Hah! Take that! Except… in my extreme irritation, I totally oversprayed the stupid frame. Drips and sags. #*%$! I went through what had been left in the can, of course. So, I can sand it down after it cures and try again, but I’ll have to buy more paint. Fine, let’s try the brown frame. I don’t any brown paint. Fine. Be that way. I’ll go with satin black. I set it up out in the driveway and spray. The frame looked like it was clean, but apparently it was not. Or stuff came out of the spray nozzle. Either way, there are little bits all over the place. #*%$!

Okay, let’s try a different craft. I wanted to sew up some simple fabric bookmarks, to add to the pile of bookmarks. Oh yeah, that’s right. I can’t sew a straight line to save my life. Sew, re-sew, re-sew, re-sew. Throw out one bookmark. Sew up a second one. I manage to get straight lines after a couple of tries. How do I finish the ends? A decorative satin stitch would be nice. Yeah right. Try, try, try again. All failures. Bring in the sewing master (Terry). Try, try, try again. All failures. Hey, at least I know it’s not just me, at this point.

At least the last bookmark went a lot more smoothly. I reconciled myself to a boring, hand-sewn seam at both ends. Whatever. I’ll just be happy when they are both closed up and finished!

So, as you can plainly tell, this has been the day from h***. I am SO not a happy camper. What a bummer. 🙁