Sometimes, I just get a crazy whim in my head. Most of the time, I don't act on it and do the practical or sensible thing. Recently though, I've been thinking how boring that is. So when I all the sudden had this crazy whim to finish making a rug that I started in middle school, I dug it out and worked on it.
All of it had been braided together and there was a slightly larger circle than this stitched together but it wasn't flat. I had been hand-stitching it and not doing a good job of it. So I tore out all the hand-stitching and set up my machine to do a three step zigzag and got started.
The first part went really well and it was flat and going fast. At the end of the day, I had more than half of it stitched together and I was crazy excited to keep going but I was tired. The next day, still excited, I jumped right in. And the day dragged. I thought I was never going to finish. I had to take breaks every half hour because it was hard wrangling the rug. It was too big to lay flat so I had to fold it to get it to stay on the table and it was tiring. It wasn't overly heavy but constantly moving it and shifting it was hard. Toward the end I was just stubbornly trying to finish it.
Finished and I was so exited! I had kept checking it to make sure that it was lying flat but because it was on a table that it couldn't all lay flat, I didn't realize that yes, this half looks great but all it laid out? Not so much. It definitely has ripples in it and one edge wants to curl up.
I steamed it and pressed it trying to get it flat and it mostly worked. And then my dog decided to fluff it and it's not all that flat again. Oh well. It has it's issues and isn't the prettiest thing on the planet but it's done. I learned quite a bit if I choose to make another at some point. And it's one less project camped out in my room.



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