Who says your not perfect?

I started blogging again for a few reasons. One of them being because in December I received the best gift ever, a super sewing machine that embroiders. So I have started monogramming and appliqueing. As I try a new design or do a project for someone I try to grab a picture to document my progress and advertise what I can do. But I am noticing that every time I look at the pics, all I can see what is wrong with my work.

Is this normal? Other crafty, sewy friends....do you feel like you ever get it perfect? I feel like I am so careful when I sew and still something will happen. a stitch will skip, the hoop will jump, the t-shirt bunches etc etc etc. The worst is when I unhoop it, and it is just slightly crooked, ugh! And at some point soon, I don't want to blame the needle or the thread, I just want to get it just right.

Am I being too picky? Matt contends that I see things no one else can see, but I know they're there.

I also think I have a speed problem. Since I was little I have always like to finish first. It's why I have horrible handwriting and speeding tickets. So am I just rushing? I really really try not to. When I skip steps, I always do it to be more efficient, not sloppy. I am just looking for ways to improve the process, not do shoddy work. It sounds like I am admitting the problem, but I swear I have tried doing everything slowing, even some steps twice, and I still have mistakes.

I guess I just needed to get that off my chest. As more people order, I get more and more nervous about not being perfect. I don't anyone to ever be disappointed in a project they have paid good money for.

Until then, I will slow down and try hard.

Lambuth Brick

 

Lambuth is closing. June 30th. There is lots I have to say about that, but I'm not ready.

That being said. Tomorrow is the deadline to submit a brick design for a permanent pathway on campus to remember We are Lambuth, no matter what it says in the new offices.

But it is really, really hard to sum up all you feel about a place that gave you so much in 18 characters per 3 lines. Matt and I have worked for the past hour and here are the final three. I really need some feedback before this is LITERALLY set in stone. Deadline::3pm tomorrow!!

***UPDATE, I was informed SPACES count....had to edit further....*****

A. Favorite line from the Irish blessing that was sung after the Alma mater at every choir concert and major LU event.

May the wind be

Always at your
back The Washburns

(Don't like the layout, but if it's going to fit....)

B. Abbreviated quote from Dr. Suess, that really seems to sum it up nicely because we can't control that it is indeed over. (The real quote has the word because after cry and smile)

Don't cry it's over

Smile it happened. 

The Washburns

(for this one to work we have to shave 1 character off line 1, any ideas?)

C. Another quote, also abbreviated. Also a nice way to summarize our experience.

Past is behind us,

Love is around us

The Washburns

Your immediate participation is appreciated. Even if you aren't a Lambuth person, since it will be read by everyone. Thank you.

Thank Heaven for little girls

Just wanted to show off a few designs I have finished lately. Must be a girl boom, because I've been working with a LOT of pink lately!

I love little boys too, though!

I just updated my design page if anyone needs anything!

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

Not trying to steal an idea from another friends blog but it's time for a haircut.....Bangs or no bangs. Vote please.

Elevator high

Yesterday Wesley and I visited Matt at work. Matt works in the tallest building in Memphis, and on one of the top floors no less. He likes the view but I have a small issue with heights.....

So obviously we had to take the elevator to the 26th floor. I pushed the call button, doors to one of the 9 elevators opened, we got in and I hit 26. No problem. Eh, until the doors closed and both Wes and I quickly realized this elevator had no electricity. It was a pitch black box. I thought surely this one doesn't work and we will get back off. That's when the red floor number lights came on. PS, It is quite ominous to have only red numbers lighting up in the dark as you hurtle up 26 floors. I acted like it was fine out loud, cause Wesley is a bright one and knew this was not ok. She kept saying "It's dark, It's dark, I want out" Mommy thought the same thing. But after an hour, ok ok 20 secs of sheer terror, the doors slid open to Matt's office and we ran out.


I had blocked this terrible memory, from yesterday, from my mind until I read this tweet just now:

@ShaneBattier: As I sit here in the elevator that is stuck between floors and wait for the fire dept to spring me, it is a good time to reflect on the

@ShaneBattier: Many blessings in my life, most notably working elevators.


I'm with you Shane, I'm with you. My heart goes out to you in your time of fear and trembling. May God be with you. And Go Grizz!