Tonight, I broke 3 machine needles. After forgetting to sew the handles into the other side of the bag. And deciding to fix it (because I needed to make my side 2cm longer for the seam allowances where the handles needed to be tucked in) by adding a zippered pocket. Which, before unpicking and sewing correctly to the side, I sewed to the base piece.
If any of these things had happened while I was quilting, I probably would have given up. But I am really liking this bag. I'm liking making up stuff as I go along. I'm liking the fact that I'm using up fabric that's been in my stash for over a year, which I love the look of but in my heart know was nowhere near the kind of quality needed for a quilt top. I'm loving adding random pockets. I'm loving the unstructured style of sewing, where it's not piece a bunch and press a bunch, but cutting and interfacing and sewing and moving. From the kitchen to the machine and back again, each time with a little bit different bit.
I think one of the reasons I'm liking this speed of sewing better than quilting is that it fits in better with facebook chat. It's early days yet, but I am indeed running the risk of being attached by my next BnS ball. Which would be a shame, but if I was willing to let him distract me enough to cut my pieces incorrectly, sew a zipper to the wrong piece and still be in a good enough mood to simply change needles when they broke, I suppose it is time for me to admit, quietly, that I like a boy.
P.S. if any of you tell my Mother, Father, Sisters, Grandparents, coworkers or indeed, anyone I have ever met, there will be serious repercussions. I've invited you into the Circle of Trust, don't abuse the power.