Practiced my winning ironing skills today with iron-on embroidery patterns. You know those Aunt Martha, or whateverhernameis, and the old-fashioned iron-ons? I had several in my sewing basket and the girls and I decided it'd be fun to make some as a project. Okay, so I heated up the iron at the right setting, spread out the batiste and asked the least one which one she wanted. She handed me the pattern and I set to transferring it to the fabric.
One scorched pattern/piece of fabric later, I asked her to pick out a second one.
Second scorched pattern/piece of fabric later, I repeated my request.
Third scorched pattern/piece of fabric later, I asked her to see if there were any left that she liked.
Fourth scorched pattern/piece of fabric later I abandoned the iron and oldest daughter took it up.
First try, she does it.
Middle daughter's worked fine as well.
This is why I told our priest's wife I'd not volunteer to ever, ever iron the church's linens. I'm like the ironing board widow.
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So later on we went out and bought more embroidery floss. The least one had, pretty much, used up my collection with making bracelets (which we all wear). Tomorrow, they'll sew on their pieces. I'll begin making an apron...one of those that slips over your head. Sort of excited about it. Should be a no-brainer, which is a good thing. Ironing the pieces as I sew? Well, maybe at a very, very low setting.
