Past Project Reflection: My Thrifted Dresser

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I’ve always loved my little white dresser. I bought it second-hand during my senior year of college to store my ever-expanding wardrobe and to help my bedroom looks less spartan. The paint job wasn’t great. It had been quickly painted with a single coat of white paint that left splotches of the wood showing through. There was a giant splinter coming off the corner of one of the drawers. And a few of the knobs were stripped to the point that they cannot be tightened. But I liked that it was solid wood and the perfect size to provide a decent amount of storage without being obtrusive.

When I moved to my current apartment, white actually went quite well with the color scheme. The paint job was still splotchy and the knobs were still janky, but it actually looked all right. And then I redid my birdcage stand. After months and months of idly scrolling through DIY blogs, dreaming of one day doing a project like that myself, finally did and it was pretty easy. I figured I might as well do it again.

I decided to try something a little more interesting, and settled on a two-color design. I also would use this opportunity to change out the stripped plastic knobs for new metal ones. I picked a shade of blue that I thought went well with the leftover green paint, and dragged the dresser down all three flights of stairs to my parking spot in the basement. After sanding the whole thing down and priming it (a very important step), I painted on all of the green. This included the raised front face of the drawers and a rectangular border along the top. I painted the rest of the dresser blue, including the borders of the drawers, and use painters tape to block off that green rectangle so that it can stay green. This is not turn out perfectly but I deemed it good enough.

The blue did not turn out as deep as maybe I would have liked, and some of the pencil outline of the green rectangle still shows through. It’s definitely not perfect, but it has a little more personality than just a plain white dresser, and now at least all the knobs are fully functional. After my Marie Kondo spree a couple years ago, it graduated from being a clothes dresser to being my substitute linen cabinet, a job which suits it very well.

-Erica

(There are going to be a lot of generic cover images for two reasons. One, I’m playing catch-up and taking actual photos just falls by the wayside. Two, I don’t have any “before” pics because I painted the dresser long before I started this blog)

This isn't a picture of the garden, it's just a picture that I have.

Past Project Reflection: Worm Bin

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Not all of my past projects have met my minimal standards for success. Last year, during those beginning days of the pandemic when I was not even leaving my apartment, I decided to start a worm bin. I normally take my compost to a super-secret location, but I was trying to limit my trips out of the apartment. I thought this would be the perfect time to start composting in my own apartment.

I was inspired by my aunt who keeps a worm bin in her basement. The supplies and instructions were quite simple. I ordered some 5-gallon buckets and a drill from Home Depot and purchased some red wigglers from a bait shop. I won’t go through the particulars of constructing the worm bin because there are plenty of helpful tutorials all over the Internet. The whole process was quite simple and took under 30 minutes.

Keeping the worm bin operational was a different story. As a newbie to composting, I was unaware of the sheer volume of browns I would need to balance out all of the green waste I was creating. I did not have easy access to freshly raked leaves as an apartment dweller, and newspapers are becoming more and more difficult to come by. I also did not take into account that my worm population would need some time to reproduce to accommodate the amount of vegetable waste I produced. My bin quickly turned anaerobic and filled my apartment with a foul smell. I was able to briefly correct this by filling it with household cardboard and grocery store circulars and turning it often to get some oxygen into the parts that had become an anaerobic slime.

Everything seems to be going okay until it came time to sift out the finished compost. I had to drag my bin out to the roof of the parking garage, use my poor excuse for a homemade sifter, and pick composted bits of eggshell and onion skin out of the dirt that I hoped to use for my house plants. Once I had a sizable amount of finished compost I just covered something even worse. Despite my best efforts to get all of the worms out, my compost was full of bugs. I appreciate those little guys helping me break down my discarded vegetable matter but I did not want them in all of my house plants. I thought leaving the dirt outside in the sun to entice some of the bugs to leave, but really it just enticed one of my neighbors to use it as an ash tray.

I thought maybe I could continue to use the worm bin and gift my compost to friends who had outside gardens. I did have at least one taker who took about 3 gallons of dirt from me. But then my bin went anaerobic again and I decided it just wasn’t worth it. By then we knew it was no longer a Covid risk to be outside away from other people, so I donated my worms to my super-secret compost pile and started taking my compost there again. Maybe one day when I have my own basement, I will start another one. Or when I have a yard I will start my own compost pile. But for now I am just glad I have a way to compost at all.

-Erica

Pillows on a recently made bed

A Smattering of Past Projects (Since I Have Nothing New to Share)

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In the absence of new projects to share, I figured I would share some old ones. These will be brief descriptions, rather than step-by-step reflections because honestly I just want a list of all the things that I’ve done all in one place. Hopefully the reminder that I used to do interesting things will motivate me to start something new. So here is a non-exhaustive list of the crafting and DIY projects I’ve completed in the past couple of years.

My Birdcages: I love my house plants. I had them even before I got my cats. And I was shocked that both my cats have an insatiable appetite for foliage. I figured birdcages would be the perfect solution, keeping my plants safe from sharp teeth and claws, but still allowing sunlight to reach them. I purchased two birdcages from Facebook Marketplace. One came with a wooden stand, which I lugged all the way to my basement to sand down and repaint a green that fits in my living room. Because my apartment, especially my living room, is a bit of a cave, I needed grow lights. I tried a couple set-ups before settling on 60-watt grow light bulbs in utility clamp lights. The set-up is not as cute as I originally imagined but still presentable enough to be in the living room.

My Small Dresser: I thrifted a low, white, three-drawer dresser for my apartment my senior year of college. It suited its purpose, but the paint job wasn’t great, and after painting my birdcage stand I figured I might as well paint my dresser. I still had leftover green paint, although not enough for the whole dresser, so I purchased a complementary dark blue color as well as new knobs for the drawers. This was another project that need to be carried all the way down to the basement before being sanded down and painted in multiple stages. I thought about alternating colors every change in profile that would be too busy. I settled on painting the center of the drawers as well as a green, rectangular outline along the top and then painted the rest blue. The rectangle on top is not exactly straight into the blue is not not as dark as I first imagine, but it certainly fits my decor better than a plain white for the painted dresser.

My Utility Shelves: I sometimes surprise myself when I remember that before I had my large set of shelves, I kept my TV on a small end table and I don’t even know where I kept my crafting supplies. When the end table proved inadequate, I decided to get some larger shelves. I liked the look of the black and wood IKEA shelves utility shelves, but I wanted to make them a little more formal for the living room, and also a little more exciting. I borrowed a staple gun from a coworker and purchased 3 or 4 yards of upholstery fabric from IKEA. I spent the night watching Grace and Frankie and stapling the fabric to the shelves. I love them, even though they are a pain to vacuum.

My Slipcovers: This project was born more out of necessity. My cats kept puking on my chairs. I figured it was easier to wash a slipcover than entire chair, but the slipcover patterns at IKEA leave something to be desired. I purchased more upholstery fabric and worked in fits and starts to create slip covers for my living room and bedroom chairs. The finished project product is sloppy and beginning to fall apart, but as my first ever sewing project I am very proud of them.

My Crocheted Blankets: I was really into knitting and crocheting in high school, although I never really advanced past scarves. After bringing all of my yarn to college with me, I started to make granny squares with the scraps from my various high school projects. I worked on them intermittently throughout college and then once I graduated decided I needed to finish the blanket. I took a long time and did require some further yarn purchases, but I am the proud owner of a homemade granny square blanket that fits well over my queen-size bed. With the leftover scraps from there, because there are always more scraps, I also completed a ripple blanket, which is wonky and subscribes to no particular color scheme but it is cozy.

Countless Embroidery Projects: Countless is somewhat of a lie. I could count them for you, but I don’t feel like it. Embroidery is by far my favorite creative outlet and there is more embroidery than anything else. Before I inflicted this curtain project on myself, I worked mostly on smaller projects like decorative hoops, bookmarks, and occasionally pillowcases. Looking back on those projects, I think it might be a good time to take a break from my curtains and maybe start something a little more inspiring.

After going through this list of projects I’ve completed in the past few years I think a couple of them merit a longer reflection. Maybe that will inspire me to start a different project.

(If I do a further reflection of a project, there will be pictures in that post. I was too lazy to get pictures this time.)

-Erica

A picture of some wildflowers

Self-Care Strategies that Do Work for Me (Repost)

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In an effort to balance out my rant about self-care tactics that don’t work for me, I thought I would share some that do. While I will be sharing specific things that I do, I don’t want to present this as a list of things that work for me and should also work for you. I intend to focus more on how I settled on these methods, how they have helped me, and how I handle my own expectations for them.

1) Meditation: I will admit, my journey with mindfulness meditation began through a workplace wellness program. At first, I saw it as a great way to take an extra little three-minute break during the day. That led to many more three minute breaks, and eventually to me downloading a mindfulness app, but not really establishing any sort of routine. I had difficulty making time to meditate on the weekends, mostly because I did not want to be alone with my thoughts. After a long break during the pandemic, I downloaded a different app and started my journey over again. Most days I meditated very much in earnest, although some days I just put the timer on while I brushed my teeth to keep my streak. Eventually I noticed that I felt better on days when I meditated, and every once in a while I noticed myself dismissing troublesome thoughts.

But the results were not immediate. I was 200 days into my second meditation journey before I was able to put my phone in the drawer at work for even one day, and it was another hundred days before I was able to do so with any sort of consistency. For me, meditation hit that sweet spot of short term and long term benefits. Every day, whether I felt It was having an effect on the rest of my life or not I got some peace a few moments of peace and quiet.

2) Exercise: I’m not here to proselytize the benefits of exercise, which may not be accessible to everyone, or extol the benefits of a specific exercise routine. Everyone’s body is unique and the right exercise for you is a personal matter, so I wont to get into specifics. I want to use exercise as an example of something that takes much more time out of the day, and something that I have had an on-again-off-again relationship with for pretty much my entire life. My early dabbling for the exercise were largely tied to my teenage body image issues. After college, armed with a more thorough knowledge of how bodies work and a different set of expectations, I began to exercise again. This time my motivation was much healthier. I knew the more I moved, the better I felt, especially in contrast to a highly sedentary job.

Over the past few years I have tried, for varying amounts of time: yoga videos, which were the quickest and easiest; swimming, which was the most time-consuming, but also when I can say I was physically at my strongest; cycling during the beginning of quarantine when I was furloughed and itching to get outside, and now I do low-impact aerobics routines, which are much easier on my joints, but at least get my heart rate up.

In between each of these, there were long periods where I got little or no exercise. Sometimes I was just too busy, and sometimes my previous form of exercise no longer fit with my schedule. Every time I found something new I would have to start again from the beginning. I still struggle with having to backtrack so that I don’t over exert myself after I take a week off for whatever reason. My current routine works for me now and that’s great but I’ve learned enough from the past not to be disappointed when it doesn’t work forever and I have to find something new.

3) Setting Boundaries: This may seem like a departure from the previous methods in that it is not visibly advertised. After all, it would be difficult to sell you a boundary-setting app and no workplace wants to be on the receiving end of such boundaries. Learning to set healthy boundaries took a lot of therapy, which I know not everyone has access to, and a lot of lived experience. One simple boundary I set was not going out on weeknights. I decided it was more important for me to get enough rest before work the next day. None of my friendships have suffered. There are other, more personal boundaries that have been more difficult to set and I won’t get into details here. I had to go through the difficult task of parsing out what was reasonable to protect myself and what would put an undue burden on someone else. At the root of it all, though, I had to come to the realization that I was worthy of respect. And that is a conclusion I hope everyone is able to come to on their self-care journey.

 4) Journaling: My other on-again-off-again relationship. If you were to flip through the journals I have accumulated throughout my life, which I hope only Carolyn ever has or will, you would probably be very concerned for me. I tend to journal when I need it most, often in a time of crisis. I’ve tried at various times to create an “every single day” journaling habit to no avail. Journaling is where I exercise my self-imposed principle that nothing is self-care if it really stresses me out more than it helps. And often if I set a standard of journaling every single day, finding time to journal is more stressful than the stress it relieves. But I know that if I ever need to process something out on paper, the blank page is there for me.

5) Scheduling Me Time: I don’t do this terribly often, maybe once every couple of months or so, but sometimes if my calendar is looking either to empty or too full, I like to schedule out a little time for myself. Whether it’s taking a bath, watching a movie, or sometimes even something I just never do like cleaning my baseboards, it feels good to officially allow myself the time.

-Erica

A Set of Journals

Self-Care Strategies that Don’t Work for Me (Repost)

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Self-care and self-improvement have always been tricky topics for me. As someone who has struggled with both anxiety and depression since childhood, I feel like I could always be taking better care of myself. And as a member of that special cohort of high-achieving children who become average to less-than-average achieving adults, I feel like I could always just be doing better. This toxic combination of nature and nurture let me to spend much of my early 20s searching in vain for a way to live my life that would make me both happy and productive.

Suffice it to say, many of these strategies and methods simply did not work for me. And every time I tried implementing one of these methods and failed, I felt the doom and gloom set in. It took me too long to learn that not everything is for everybody, and just because something worked for someone else does not mean that it would work for me.

It can be really hard to read about how a certain organizational method or habit-forming strategy worked out wonderfully for someone else while it is simultaneously failing you. It’s also difficult when the methods described require amounts of time or other resources you just don’t have. And yet another layer of pressure is added when you’re not just reading about self-improvement from a book you can stop reading at any time, but you have unsolicited advice coming from everyone in your life. I want to detail some of the self-help and self-improvement strategies that did not work for me, so that if anyone else out there find some selves in a similar situation they know they are not alone.

“Just do” or “Just don’t do” [Insert Good or Bad Thing Here]: My contention with pronouncements like these goes all the way back to when people, including my parents, would tell me as a depressed 10-year-old to “just be happy.” Now, as an adult who does not easily establish or keep routines, I simply ignore any piece of advice that begins with those words. The key to happiness may very well be exercising every single day without fail or never looking at my phone at work again. But I know that I can’t “just do” anything. I need instruction on how to start a routine and, when I inevitably break it, how to restart a routine without shaming myself out of trying all together. Included in this category are things like “just let it go,” “just don’t take it personally,” “just stop looking at distracting websites,” etc.

Many Workplace Self-Care Initiatives I want to be clear, I’m not talking about EAPs here. Those can be a great resource. I’m talking about the “do this three minute desk yoga video and don’t say we don’t look out for you!” kind of thing. Taking care of yourself should not come with any outside expectations. You are the most qualified to evaluate your own needs and establish your own goals for yourself, whether your goal is to be more active, better rested, something else. This is not to say you cannot take advantage of an employer sponsored program if it aligns with your personal goals, just throw out any messaging about how it will help your productivity. Remember you are doing this for you, not them. Don’t do anything that would put more of a burden on you than your employer already has.

Self-Help Books I tried reading books like Gretchen Rubin’s Better than Before, which breaks people down into four basic personality types and provides tips and tricks for each of these for forming healthy habits. She begins the book with the caveat that those suffering from a variety of mental illnesses or mental health issues would likely not be able to follow her strategies. I soldiered on anyway, and found that she had the least amount of helpful advice for my personality type, often following her advice for the other three types by saying “well this probably won’t work for you.” If things change to later in the book I don’t know I stopped reading.

Cal Newport’s Deep Work is another book I gave up on about halfway through. I started it hoping that it would help me focus at work, but the his advice does not work for someone who’s job is almost entirely distractions.

I think it’s great that these people have figured out what works for them. And I’m not writing off the above books. They might work for you, they just didn’t work for me. So, if you’re also in some kind of slump, whether it’s depression, a dead-end job, or anything else, take care of yourself. Don’t expect one meditation or one candle-lit bath to solve everything. And don’t give into the sunk cost fallacy. If you’re trying something that’s supposed to make you feel better, and it’s just making you miserable, stop. Try something else. There are so many ways to get the same result, and you need to find the one that works for you. Don’t waste valuable time on the ones that don’t.

-Erica

The First Curse: Jealousy is a Powerful Motivator (Repost)

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It should come as no surprise, based on my childhood outbursts, that my first controlled curse was based in negative emotions. I still believe it was a success, despite Ella’s disapproval.

This curse begins, much to Ella’s dismay, in jealousy. I have never been a particularly attractive or charismatic person. Ella says this is common among magical folk as it is necessary for survival. True or not, I still ended up lacking two traits that our society highly values. I’ve done a lot of work getting to a point where I can simply live my life without worrying without comparing myself to others. Unfortunately, getting there required living through many experiences that I look back on and am ashamed of the way I felt.

In one particular instance, a friend and I went out for drinks (pre-pandemic). She tends to be busier than I am so I was excited for the opportunity to spend some time catching up with her. She is also much more attractive and charismatic than I am so I was disappointed but not surprised when a man much older than us accosted her at the beginning of the evening and kept her in conversation for the rest of the night.

I later learned that she was having just as miserable time as I was but in the moment I was too jealous to recognize the signs. There was a constant mention of her boyfriend and the maintenance of a physical distance between them. There were all of the linguistic cues women used to deaden a conversation, but not end it for fear of escalation.

I was ashamed of my thoughts and actions and how blindly I had bought into the societal dictate that for women there is no such thing as unwanted attention. I promised I would do better, be a better friend, next time the opportunity presented itself. I did not realize it would happen so soon.

This time, my friend, her boyfriend, and I we’re out with a large group of people which insulated us from skeezy older men and allowed me to passively enjoy the conversation happening around me. During a pause in conversation I glanced around the bar I just saw that same man from a few weeks before scanning the room and setting his eyes upon a group of three young college students before moving to the bar to order a drink.

I excused myself from the conversation and slipped easily behind the busy bar. Sometimes it is not so bad to be invisible. He noticed me this time. I locked eyes with him and motioned for him to come towards the bar, but he did not recognize me. He ordered a well drink. Apparently I was not someone he needed to impress with a pretentious order. As I made it, I thought of much he annoyed me that night he’d so presumptuously commandeered my conversation with a friend. And I thought of those three girls standing in a tight circle at a cocktail table in the corner of the bar, clearly not looking to interact with anybody else, and I handed him his drink. He paid with a 10 which I handed to the harried bartender at the register and told her he did not need any change and then I left.

I told my friend I thought I saw the man from a couple weeks ago on my way back from the bathroom. She recognized him with a sneer and noticed his trajectory towards the three college students in the corner. I watched with anticipation as he crossed the room, silently begging him to take a sip of his drink before he reached the table. He did, just before stepping in to their line of sight.

He approached them with all the confidence of someone who had known them for 20 years. They would have been toddlers at best. They looked at him with confusion and not a hint of recognition. Their conversation stopped with a quick flurry of glances and head shakes that confirmed none of them knew him. He set his drink down on their table, much to their shock. He opened his mouth to say something, maybe introduce himself, but no words came out. He tried again and again with the same result while the students looked on confused and concerned. One of them finally asked if he needed any help but he shook his head and managed to croak “No, I’m sorry,” and walked away. They closed ranks again and shrugged the whole incident off as drunk people antics, before returning to their conversation. I must commend them for not laughing throughout the whole ordeal. We certainly did.

-Erica

Disclaimer: This is Frustrating, But Still Worth It (Repost)

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To say this blog is not exactly how I imagined it is an understatement. I have been sitting on the idea starting this blog for over a year. As an avid reader of other craft and DIY blogs, I had a grand vision for my own. This grand vision involved many skills and habits I do not have. I could have waited, put my crafting projects on pause to learn these skills, but then I may have lost my momentum.

Progress photos, an essential part of any DIY blog, are the best example. I often work on my projects at night when the lighting is bad for photographs, and I have neither the budget nor space for supplemental lighting. I also sometimes just get so into whatever I’m working on at the idea of taking pictures does not even occur to me. I also don’t necessarily always have a clean and elegant setting for my photos since my coffee table is often covered with books, papers, and unfinished projects. And I’m not about to clean again just to get a quick picture.

I did think about supplementing one or two photos per post with a neat line drawing for each step. Since the lighting would again be an issue taking photos of actual drawings, I decided to purchase a drawing tablet for my computer. Well, that’s a lot harder than it seems. I haven’t given up on it yet. I’m still learning, but my skill level certainly is not in a place where I am willing to publish those drawings on the Internet.

I won’t even get into my shortcomings with WordPress and the internet in general, or crafts that I want to try, but have little experience with. If I tried to learn that before I published my first blog post, you’d never see any of this. Like all my other projects, I’ll be learning as I go, and I think that’s the most honest representation of my creative process.

I say all this not to inspire any sort of sympathy, but to say that I know it is not perfect and if I had waited until it was I would never have started. I like to create mostly because I like to control. Creating something from scratch means that I get exactly what I want, at least within my abilities. When something is beyond my abilities, I often abandon the idea without learning or asking for help.

I place an unhealthy amount of value on being naturally good at things, or at least appearing so. These warped ideals happen when you have no natural talent in areas that seem to come easily to everyone else. I’ve always been very easily overwhelmed and had trouble controlling my emotions. When I was a child, that often led to magical outbursts. They could get so bad that those around me were in danger. I was told I needed to control myself as if the outbursts were my choice, but was never taught how. My parents were ill-equipped to deal with me and professional help was out of the question. They could not trust a four-year-old to keep her mouth shut. My mother tried to teach me to cook, hoping that would help me the way it helped her, but I was so useless at it, the results were almost as dangerous as my outbursts.

Eventually, I accomplished a veneer of control. I never had an outburst when I felt good, and I felt good when I excelled and was praised. I stayed away from any activity at which I did not naturally excel. I only let myself be frustrated in private. If I had to fail at something publicly, I made a show of not putting in any effort at all. By the time I was in college, I was exhausted. I realized what I was doing was not healthy and began undoing all the harm done by the idea that I must succeed at everything.

And part of that part of undoing the damage done by those thoughts is admitting this is not perfect. It’s not how I imagined it would be. And I’m still trying really hard. But it’s still worth it, because I just need it to start.

-Erica

Actually Sewing My Dice Bag (I Finished Something!)

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I should probably lie and tell you that this is my first ever sewing project. You will tell me I did a great job looks really nice. But this is not my first project. And after hearing that, you might be surprised to hear me say that this is an improvement.

This project was still a first in a lot of ways. It is the first time I used an actual pattern. If you to make the dice bag, you should follow that link. It’s a great tutorial and the instructions are very easy to follow. And because I used someone else’s pattern, I won’t be discussing the step-by-step process of making this bag. What I want to write about today are the ways I put a bit more care and foresight into my work and saw massive improvements.

To start, I planned way more than I usually do. I thought about how I wanted to sew each layer together, and where I wanted stitches just show on the outside. Before my embroidery needle had even pierced the fabric for the first time, I wrote a step-by-step guide to sewing these pieces together. I also planned out which threads I would use for the top thread and bobbin at each step and wound my bobbins accordingly.

In another shocking break from tradition, this time I practiced the stitches that I was going to use on the sewing machine, I adjusted my tension, stitch length, and needle placement and practiced sewing along a curve all on scrap fabric before I even put any of my pieces on the machine. I measured constantly, always pinning my circle center to center before opened any of the edges. I thought long and hard about the seam allowance. Normally I just pick up line and stick with it with varying degrees of success. I measured based on my embroidery, not wanting to stitch over it if possible. After sewing, I ironed my final pieces topstitched the seams.

I also changed my design at one point. At first I thought maybe I would sew the innermost circle all the way through the outer fabric. But when I did\, I was not able to follow the circle that had been already been sewn to the lining fabric very well and the result was extremely messy. I use my seam ripper to pick a part every single tiny stitch I could slip it under. In the end, I did not get them all out, but I still think it looks better. I did decide to zigzag stitch the pockets to the outer fabric so that the lining would not be completely loose inside the outer fabric of the bag. The zigzag stitches were larger and more visible than I would have preferred them to be, but still would rather have them there than not.

The dice bag with embroidered quote inside

I made my own bias tape for the drawstring, which I must say turned out very well. It was my first time using a bias tape maker and honestly my first time actually sewing in a straight line. The holes for the drawstring were a little bit difficult. I still might go back and redo them at some point. I did not quite get the hang of sewing buttonholes with the machine and at this point I was too lazy to go back and look it up. So I just cut some slits in the denim and used some very messy handsewn buttonhole stitches to try to secure them. Those are probably the messiest part of this project and I will pay for it eventually by having to hand sew new buttonholes when these ones be going to begin to fray too much.

I am extremely pleased with the results. I’ve been working on this project for just about three months. And not counting embroidery it took me 6.5 hours (that includes cutting, planning, and sewing). All told, the only cost to me personally was the embroidery thread (about $2.00) and the bias tape maker (about $6.00). I originally bought that for another project, but this is the first time I used it. I had the old jeans and the old sheets, the sewing machine, and the sewing thread but, for those of you who might have to purchase any of these materials yourself I have listed out how much I paid for each of the items required to make the dice bag. If you don’t have fabric scraps handy, I recommend purchasing quilting quarters. They’re cheap, easy to work with, and come in a lot of fun colors and prints.

The finished product

I would do something like this again in a heartbeat. It was so much fun and I’m so proud of how it turned out. I haven’t even played DND in a few weeks, but sometimes I just take the bag out to hold it and look at it because it makes me so happy.

-Erica

ItemCost
Sheet ScrapsFree
Jean ScrapsFree
Embroidery Thread*~$2.00*
Sewing Thread~$4.00 (two spools at ~$2/spool)
Bias Tape Maker~$6.00*
Sewing machine$25 (thrifted)
Pins~$4
Tracing paper (to transfer pattern and to protect embroidery from sewing machine$5 for the whole book
* is items I purchased for this project
Constellation Themed Dice Bag