Maddie’s drawers were finished quite some time ago, so I hadn’t really looked at them in months. But now that it’s time to make a matching slip, I pulled them out and studied them. At first I was pleased as I remembered how well they’d turned out. And then I started to panic.
The stitches are perfect – tiny, even, straight and lovely. Look at how the tucks match at the seam, and how teensie weensie the little holes are in the hem!
Look at the beautiful little hand worked button hole!
Enjoy, again, the utter yumminess of the pre 1900’s antique fabric they’re made from. The same fabric, by the way, which had given me fits of frustration when I’d first tried stitching it into tucks.
I’m pointing out all the good things about Maddie’s drawers because finally figuring out how to make them, from this oh-so-beautiful-but-too-loosely-woven-fabric, was a minor miracle. Which brings us to the bad news.
I have no idea how I did it.
A matching slip may not be in the cards.
I’m wracking my brain for clues to my prior success. I remember there being quite a lot of complicated three-dimensional math and a few bad words.
This is not a lot to go on.
What was I thinking about on the day I stitched those drawers? Where did I pull threads and where did I not? And if I did pull threads, how far apart were the pulled lines?
Which thread did I use? Which needle? Which lamp? Which glasses?
I’m also going to be perfectly honest and say another part of my brain is wondering what underwear I had on, what meal I ate, and whether I was drinking coffee or Diet Coke. Because – superstition. And OCD.
Sigh.
Bad news indeed, for Maddie and for me.
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