somethings in the basement !

monster in the basement

 

When I was a little girl the basement was a scarey place.

Each stair was just a step without a back, so I thought that if you were small enough, you could slip right through.

Mothers sewing room was in the very back of the house.  A large and stark room with concrete block walls and a concrete floor.

During the day, it was no problem going downstairs for any reason in the world, but at night…. Ooh, that was a different subject.  I mean, to walk quickly might cause me to go through the back of the stairs and fall to my death, but if I didn’t run…. that evil thing that lived in the basement might attack!  It was such a dilemna in my life!

Sometimes Mom did minor alterations upstairs while we all watched tv.  There were many occasions when she would realize that she had forgotten something and needed that something to complete her work.  The next thing I would hear was,  “Becky, go get my seam ripper from the drawer of the sewing cabinet please.”  Oh no!  “MOM!  I don’t want to go, can’t you take a break and run down and get it ?”.  She would just laugh and say, “Nothing is going to get you, silly!”  But she just didn’t know!  Then she would say, “Just go turn the lights on before you start down, then wait til you get to the top of the stairs before you turn them off.  If you see anything, or anyone that’s not suppose to be here, hollar.”, oh I was gonna hollar alright!  I figured I’d scream so loud the neighbors would hear, and they would come save me! I would reluctantly run down the stairs as Mom would hollar, “Don’t fall!” down the stairs

 

Oh God!  What if I do fall?  What if I fell on that concrete floor and died!  It was a horrilbe situation I am in right at this moment.  I will either be kidnapped and attacked by the evil troll from the basement or fall to my death. What was I to do?  Why would my Mom send me to my death!

But hence, nothing happend.  I know you knew I would say that.  I never fell to my death, and no one ever kidnapped or attacked me.

But, then there was that monster under my bed!monster under my bedNow, that concrete block sewing room is my studio!

There are no boogie men!  No evil lurking in the dark.  Just my art equipment, my sewing machine and all my creative implements for creations.  Oh, and Mom’s sewing machine.  And, her seam ripper.

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Snaps?

purse

My new purse I’m working on…..

I’m now at the place where you add some type of closure to the opening.  I decided the best way to do this was to buy some snap pliers and add snaps.  HA!

This is what snaps look like, I know you probably know this already, but I added just for reference…

snap3snap 3 after adding the back snap, I didn’t notice that I had stripped some of the side… so I continued…..snap2 It would be pretty damn hard not to notice this faux paux!

I got my screw driver and I somehow managed to remove them without tearing my fabric….. I snapped again…..

snap2 snap 3 Lordy!

I called my Mom, who was always a very talented seamstress in the day.  Before she decided she was too old to sew…

She said she didn’t know what to tell me, she had never used pliers, but some other device that worked perfectly.

Well, I wanted to finish my purse yesterday to go on in my Etsy Shop, https://www.etsy.com/people/AllBeckysCreations, but I can’t now because I’m waiting til I go to my parents house at Thanksgiving and go with Mom to the fabric store to purchase one of these perfect snap attach machines or get her to do it!

I got so flustered yesterday, I had to sit in the den and watch HGTV til dinner.  Ugh!

It’s a learning experience,  right?  I spent a lot of money on those pliers…. If you know how to use them and need a pair, give me an address and I’ll mail them to you.  I’m afraid the snaps are up to you, I ruined all the ones I bought.

George’s new bed

During summer break I decided to start taking some sewing lessons.  My first project was a dog bed for George, my Cockerpoo.   I have attached a couple of videos I made of my introduction of this bed to George.  Not the happy ending I was hoping for.  But, it made for a hilarious video that I will cherish.

I also have a cat named Schroeder.  He is the baby of the family and never ceases to tickle me. Enough said……

At least someone will enjoy it.