I think it has been firmly established on this blog that I'm rather keen on sewing and creating things from fabric and other bits and pieces I may find lying around.
I have even extolled the virtues of buckram in the past, but I am now sorry to say that buckram has been part of the least satisfying sewing 'project' I have ever had the misfortune to be involved in, a project which has also kept me away from my blog (well, along with other things) for the last couple of days.
Whilst completing this item, I have felt like I was back in school, just learning to sew and failing miserably. There have been tears (not mine, but Miss U-t-B's for whom the thing was being made - I think she felt guilty that I was having to do it!), unpicking and hurlings across the room, blood (mine - still faintly visible on the finished article...) and there are now a set of fingers that look like they have been used as pincushions!
But worst of all is the sneaking suspicion I have that when Miss U-t-B's dance teacher sees the made-to-measure headdress base I have made, she will first laugh, then suggest ever-so politely that we need to have another go...
The stitching looks like the stitcher was wearing mittens - terrible!
The question is, do I let Miss U-t-B pass it off as her own work, or have everyone look at me with scorn?