Yesterday evening, my mother saved my (crafting) life!
She brought me my sister's sewing machine. If you can read french (or have a super-translator), you know already that mine is out of service, thanks to a very bad reparation. I cannot show you what I've done yesterday evening to test my sister's machine because it is a top-secret project, but I can tell you: although older, that machine sew a lot better than mine! Which confirm my opinion that I may have to try a check-up on mine!
The really nice thing is that this machine (my sister's) was my mother's one. It's the one I used to learn sewing, and it's the one she used to sew all kind of dress (and a huge snake) for me when I was a child. It's nice to listen to that awful noise it makes, and I find it super-pleasant to use. The VERY bad thing is that she really stinks (Why? Is there an old dead mouse in it?). And - you may have guessed - my nose, always sensitive, is now supersensitive!
So I show you only the little wees I finished handmade today, while watching les barbapapas with my small ones. They have found a dancing partner in the little old bear I made one or two years ago. Plume didn't appreciate the pants fabric I used for him (not soft enough) so she never really used him. She even rob his vest for Philipp the Monkey a few days ago. But I have make a restitution for that picture!
Sorry, the picture is ugly, but I am trying to work only on my computer - and I don't seem to have all the tools I need. Well (soupir) that's life. You can refer to the mini-quilt for an idea of the right color of the dotted fabric. The green one comes from here.
And now I am wondering: Do you, english-speaking people, know Barbapapa? You must! I couldn't believe you if you were telling me you don't!