On sewing small sock animals from once stinky socks

by Amy Turn Sharp


Hard. Hardest thing ever for me. I do not sew. Flashback to 1983 where I sat in my 4H (yes, I am an Appalachian beauty) leaders home and watched her basically take over and sew my buttericks pattern pretty plus jam and tee set. I cried and said I couldn't. She could. I placed third in my category at fair. I walked that blue Hawaiian print cotton suit down that runway like a supermodel. I smiled and said that it was so much fun to sew.

My gran sews and has pretty much done all of my basic mending and fixing over the years. I have been enabled to never learn. So anyhoo, I keep seeing these wicked crafty bitches all over the blogosphere and I am in amazement...I am in awe. I wanna be crafty. I am artistic. I need to learn fiber arts. I wanna knit while on public transport. I wanna be a hooker. Sew- Finn and I made this cat today. Her name is LALA and I love her. She is shabby and a mess I am sure- but we are proud of her. I basically needed a drink when I was finished, but I feel good. I am going to buy that Bend the Rules book and hole up this winter. I might even cross stitch subversively.

One other thing. I think this is bad ass: