My terribly anticlimactical story of how I persevered in a skill I'm no good at that will probably not yield satisfactory results again, to gain a shirt I can't wear because of a freaky blue face.
I am not a crafty person. I have many talents, but crafting is not one of them. Really. Things that are not supposed to explode tend to explode when I do crafts with them.
So I went through my closet a couple of weeks ago because my roommate moved out and I was kind of cleaning up after her and putting away all of the things that she didn't have time to pack or room to take with her. And for some reason that led to going through all of the t-shirts that I've ever owned and picking out ones that were stained/too big/too small/too ripped to be recognizable. And, realizing that I had quite a lot of these, I decided that for once in my life I was going to Be Crafty. I was going to take these shirts and Do Things With Them and they would be Cool. Which sounds fantastic in theory but in reality is just a little harder to execute.
After numerous forays into the worlds of YouTube, Pinterest, and various craft blogs, looking at many many kinds of t-shirt projects that, of course, look perfect in the air-brushed professional blog photos, I decided that I was ready to dive in. I was going to make a scarf.
It was a beautiful, dazzling failure. I didn't have enough fabric and I cut the strips too thin and the shirts I was trying to use didn't even match. I didn't have any idea what I was doing, on top of that, because instead of actually reading the tutorial I just looked at the picture and figured I could work from there. I'm an idiot like that sometimes.
That project is currently sitting on the floor in my bedroom, waiting for me to dispose of it in proper fashion (probably something involving blowtorches and gasoline). But! It did not deter me from my adventures in upcycling.
My next adventure involved a very small shirt and a lot of string and you know what? I'm not even going to go there. This project has also been disposed of. And still, because I am a stubborn mule, I forged on.
A couple of weeks ago my father went to a computer geek conference thing with his fellow computer geeks. For some reason they had all these shirts, dark blue with a freaky face on them, and for some reason he decided to get one for each of us even though they were all obviously too big. His kind of souvenir, I suppose. Whatever makes him happy. Anyway this morning I unearthed my blue-freaky-face-too-big shirt from under a pile of things and thought Ah-ha!
Usually when I thing Ah-ha things generally turn out terribly but this time--I ruthlessly scissored the shirt, without any sort of pattern or tutorial and only a very vague idea of what it was going to look like, and surprisingly , it turned out all right. I mean, nothing spectacular, but it's the right size and mostly symmetrical and there aren't any pieces sticking out where they shouldn't, so I'm pretty pleased with it. Of course, there's the slight problem of the freaky blue face staring at passersby from somewhere between my chest and midsection, but, you know, you can't have everything.
And that is my terribly anticlimactical story of how I persevered in a skill I'm no good at that will probably not yield satisfactory results again, to gain a shirt I can't wear because of a freaky blue face.
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