It finally snowed the other night, and since then it's been flurrying on and off. All this winter beauty has totally motivated me to get crafting during the odd moment that both boys are sleeping. We shared Christmas dinner with some dear friends who had been gone for many months, and a couple of hours before we headed over I decided to finally make their children a gift I'd been planning for a few months. I'd actually intended to make it while they were living out-of-state, but instead I waited until we were super busy to get cracking on it.
Don't you think that every child needs bean bags? Hopefully in a small bag? I do too. In fact, I think that children need lots of bean bags. I don't have any evidence yet that kids enjoy them, but I will soon; I'm sure of it.
So that day, a couple of hours before we were to head over their house, I still needed to make my mom's amazing Brussels sprouts with bacon, take a shower and sew this little gift. Then the BS were finally in the oven, so I chose sewing next. Four bean bags came together quickly, then I switched to the bag, and just as I was about to turn it this went through my head: "I'm getting really good at these bags! I didn't call Mom for help; I didn't draw a picture; I didn't look for the old pattern that I wrote down...maybe I'm an advanced intermediate sewer now!" That's when I flipped the thing over and realized that I'd sewn the right side to the *wrong side.* So lame!!! Getting cocky (proud, confident) and hurrying sure wastes time! At that point, it seemed inevitable that I would have to choose bathing over finishing.
Fast forward a few days. I decided to just cut the edges off instead of taking out all the stitches, and in the process I changed the bag's outside fabric to one I received on Christmas from my mom. It's from Purl Soho, so I couldn't go wrong. So there you have it. A new-found appreciation for taking my time (ha ha ha--kidding) and a fun set of beanbags with their very own, lined sack.