February 12, 2009
Whir Whir, Snip Snip, Bleed Bleed
How nice to be sewing again. The whiring of the machine, the crisp snip snip of my scissors. But, I suppose I must be a little rusty because I cut myself on my scissors, twice. Then again, noone has ever accused me of being coordinated. Nevertheless, Zoe's doll is complete and waiting to be dressed. In the end, her legs and arms turned out scrawnier than my original pattern. So, I'll either have to work at this one some more or keep hunting for the other.
I decided against sewing clothes for her, though. I'm doing something a little different.