Look what I finally finished! I've been in love with this pillow ever since I saw the tutorial Blair over at Wise Craft came up with, and I knew as soon as I saw it that I needed to have this cushion. And it only took me...3 months to make. Oh uh, yeah.
Anyways, I'm a little bummed by it, in a way. Not because it didn't turn out exactly like what I wanted. Not because the project was hard or the tutorial was difficult to follow. This is the most perfect little pillow made from a fantastic little tutorial.
|Trying to make up all these discs in different colour combinations wound up being more difficult than I thought it would.|
|Putting the discs together.|
I never mentioned it on my blog at all, but I lost my job at the end of April. Which, as it turns out, was a blessing in disguise. I didn't realize just how miserable I was there until they slapped that piece of paper in front of me and said they were letting me go.
|Here's one side, all stitched together. This is the back side, so all of those ridges will be hidden. I attached the discs together using the crochet method shown here.|
Everyone, I'm an emotional person. I get that from my Mom. When I'm happy, I cry. When I'm sad, I cry. When I'm frustrated, I cry. When I'm stressed, I cry. When I have to talk to people who make me nervous, I cry. It's pathedic. And then, because I hate getting emotional (I get that from my Dad) I get angry at myself. Which makes me just cry more, and it's this awful downward spiral of tears and snot.
I didn't shed a single tear when they let me go. In fact, from what I heard, I was calm and relaxed and somewhat happy looking. That says something right there, eh?
|Stitching the two sides assembled sides together, using the same method to join the discs together. I left one side open to insert the pillow.|
Anyways, I've been in a sort of long-distance, not-really-dating-but-sort-of-crazy-about-eachother, THING with an old friend who lives in the Yukon. Way back in March, I decided that I was going to take the risk and move up there to see if this Maybe Thing had any potential to go anywhere. Of course, I was planning on waiting until the fall so that I could, you know, save up some money for the move, but uh...then I lost my job.
So I'm in the process of finding a job. In typical Heather luck, I managed to find a place to live before I even found a job. The vacancy in Whitehorse is something like 0.2%, and most places are rented out before they're even advertised. But my friend up there found me a room to rent at a rate you generally won't find anywhere else in the city, and I've jumped on it. Especially since he's sure that I'll get on with the person who owns the place.
|Stitching up the opening after stuffing the inside lining, sewing it closed on the machine (Note to self: stitch by hand next time), and stuffing the lining into the crochet pillow case.|
What does this all have to do with my throw pillow? Well, it means that I've finished it at about the time that I need to start clearing out stuff. Will that include this lovely pillow? I don't know. I hope not. I'm gutted to have to get rid of anything, to be honest, because I was expecting to live here for a few years at least, and was finally starting to invest in the things I want, instead of whatever cheapo stuff I could find on a student budget. I'm already devistated that I have to get rid of this awesome couch that I hunted down online and fought to get back here. I look around my apartment, trying to talk myself into starting to deal with my stuff, and I just get...well, I already told you about the emotional thing.
And I don't even know what this means for my sewing stuff.
While in university, I would move on average of twice a year. The 2.5 years I lived in Kingston was the longest I'd stayed in one place in a decade. I should be used to this, right? Used to picking up and starting all over, right? And it's just 'stuff'.
Then why am I feeling so gutted this time? I'm pretty sure it's because I kept telling myself that as soon as I'm done school, I'll get a job and my own place and settle, which has been a dream for a looong time. And I had that. But...
But I wasn't happy. The job I had settled for kept me too busy to spend time with my family, which was the whole reason I chose to stay here in the first place. And I was scratching at the 'what if I'd moved up there' itch. So I'm going.
I just wish I could pick up my entire pretty place and take it all up there with me when I do. Pretty throw pillow and all.
ETA: Look what I found while sorting through stuff. Apparently I was planning on being a storyteller and illustrator when I grew up!
My writing: RAR RBRROERARR HEATHER
Interpretation: Red and purple elephants eating up your hair