But I am not making that thankful list today. Today, I will be thankful for my poor, scarred flying pig.
Some projects, you can envision the process/outcome beautifully. Then there are some that get a little tricky, but you work them out. Then, there are some that end up being a great big old snafu. The fact that I have a complete pig instead of felt pieces in the trashcan is what I'm thankful for this week.
Since The Dude and I have been married, I have bought a new ornament for the Christmas tree every year. I always tried to buy something representative of what had happened that year or of where we were living. Fortunately, Asheville is such an arts community, handmade ornaments were easy to come by.
This year, in honor of our desire to pinch pennies, I decided to make one. What I had in mind was a pig because I find pigs to be cute and charming when artistically rendered. And I had all this leftover pink felt from Olivia's and Ian's ears.
Then, lo and behold, I get an email with this tutorial in my inbox! Commence inner monologue:
"Yay! I wonder if I could add wings to that?"
Reviews felt stash and cuts out pieces. Sews wings and stitches them to outside pig pieces.
"Easy, peasy so far. Adding wings was no big deal at all. I should totally take pictures as I go and then use this on my blog."
Begins rest of pig.
"Wait, these instructions don't make sense. There are no solid or dotted lines as written!"
Yes, Martha, your instructions for your little stuffed pig suck balls. There is a major part missing from from the pattern which means poor, amateur crafters like I have to just guess where to fold and stitch. Bad form, Martha.
"Hey, I think I worked it out! You rock, Sarah! I'm going to post a better tutorial than Martha's on my blog!"
Realizes she sewed the wrong sides together. Throws pig to floor in disgust and goes to bed.
OK, that's enough inner monologue. I gathered up my perseverance and tackled that pig again the next day only to discover after ripping out my stitches and trying again that I had genuinely sewed it wrong the second time. So I ripped out the stitches and tried a third time. That time worked. But then I discovered that is impossible to turn a small piece of stitched felt (like a tail or an ear) inside out. Impossible, like hours of trying impossible. So I just decided the rough edges could show on those pieces. I was going to finish this pig, dammit! Oh, and trying to stuff a pipe cleaner in a felt tube? Next to impossible. The rough wire end gets caught on the edges over and over. I began thinking the whole project was metaphorical. A flying pig that's impossible to make? Obviously.
But I finished. The pig and the ears are wrong side out, the end of the nose balloons out oddly, his legs look as if they can't support him, and the poor pig has scars all over his body from where I had to do additional finish stitching because you know what happens to felt when you tear out stitches over and over? The felt rips and tears. Stuffing would have been leaking out if I hadn't given my poor pig stitches.
Hmmm...wasn't this TToT?
1-3. Completing the pig surely counts for more than one.
4. Extra crafting supplies on hand. No purchase necessary.
5. Children who take good naps and go to bed early.
6. The ability to put hubris aside when it was clearly misplaced (no tutorial).
7. The ability to accept imperfection.
8. Sense of humor in adversity (this was adversity, people).
9. The ability to persevere.
10. Lizzi, who I hope will accept my whiny excuse for a TToT this week.
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