Sometime last week I remembered that I did bring my sewing machine to college, and I in fact know how to use it. Who would have figured?
I go to a science and technology school (Worcester Polytechnic Institute. Go geeks! er...) so unfortunately there is little outlet for my random fits of craftiness. I dragged my roommate to Joann's a few times this week (she is not a happy camper. There's only so many hours she can spend looking at the pattern catalogues before she tries to murder me) and these are the fruits of neurotic 3am sewing.
It holds mentioning that I rarely sew before 11pm, and keep going until around 4 am. This results in many sewing mishaps, such as SEWING THINGS INSIDE OUT. My seam-ripper and I are getting to know each other very well. We're almost on a first-name basis.
The first thing I did was take this big sweatshirt I have and alter it to be smaller.
Original sweatshirt and model sweatshirt:
Excuse the crappy image quality. I don't know why my camera all of a sudden hates me.
New, smaller sweatshirt held by a friend (you get a cookie if you know what artist is on the sweatshirt).
I made this skirt using a pattern. If I knew where the envelope was, I'd tell you what number. I like it, but I wish it was more foofy.
I really like the fabric, I got it on clearance at Joann's. Here's a close-up:
I made this skirt by altering the above skirt pattern. I am ashamed to admit it took me longer to turn the drawstring than it did to sew the entire skirt.
I used Simplicity pattern 5003 to make this tank top. Unfortunately, the pattern is irrational. Much altering ensued, and I turned it into a halter top and put a zipper in.
Laptop case for my roommate (erm. Not clothing, but sewed?)
Sewing in the velcro was a lot more painful than I remembered it being. It kept breaking the thread and covered the needle in adhesive. It was at this point that I realized that I didn't have a single new machine needle. Eep.
Aaaand, for your amusement, this is where I sew. I sit on the floor, cross-legged, and press the foot with my knee. Yeah. Don't ask.
My mommy would be so proud of the state of my room. Shhh, dresser drawers make excellent shelves.
So this has been keeping me busy in the middle of the night. When I'm not writing lab reports or chasing horseshoe crabs around.