domesticity and other foreign things

I'm on a quest to become more "domestic" and Pinterest is to blame. Pinterest. Is. Entirely. To. Blame. Because one day I will need to know how to make those cute little baby moccasins and princess skirts. So when registering for classes this last semester, I decided it'd probably be a good idea to take a sewing class for one of my electives... Clothing Construction I.  And with that, I was certainly well on my way to becoming "crafty."

This class is full of girls who I'm pretty sure can sew in their sleep. I'm almost positive they learned how to thread a Singer before they developed most other fine motor skills. And there is nothing wrong with that. I commend you, girl whose homemade pajama pants look straight out of L.L. Bean. I envy your skills. Because then then there's me... The one who had to fight back the laughs when my professor taught us about "crotch depth." I looked around the room, wide-eyed and eyebrows raised, as if to say "Did you guys hear that? She just said crotch depth! Haha crotch depth!!" As it turns out, crotch depth is a very important measurement to be taken when making pants and should be taken very seriously.

Our first project was a pillow case. Yeah I know, not a clothing item. I was confused too. But yeah, a pillowcase... sounds easy enough, right? I mean it's a RECTANGLE.

I sewed it shut.
Don't ask me how it happened because I couldn't tell you. I guess maybe I lost count of how many sides I was supposed to stitch (a whopping total of three) and just kept on going around the entire thing. Must've really been in the zone or something.

So I threw it in the trash and walked away.

Just kidding, but that's what I wanted to do. Really I grabbed my seam ripper and discretely unstitched the opening and fixed it all up, trying not to let anyone see the total amateur move I'd just made. Here's the final product, standing out like a sore thumb against my all-white bedding, but a beacon of hope for my future crafting endeavors, nonetheless.