There is little that frightens me more than making buttonholes. I got up on a twenty foot ladder to paint the house. Surgery doesn't scare me. I have ridden roller coasters...that go upside down.
But buttonholes? Oh, yes...the projects of doom. I freeze up! I tremble! I will have a garment complete for weeks or months before I bravely confront the.... DUN, DUN, DAAAAAA.....
Buttonholes. Oh, how I wish I lived in a place where I could casually drop off my ( fill in the blank with garment type) and say, " Four buttonholes, please, and I'll pick it up in an hour." And have confidence that when complete, my boughten buttonholes would have nary a fray or loose thread or have been ripped out six times. Perhaps my Christmas wish will be
Currently obsessing about box bags. This is Saturday's production.
And Hottie Cozies. It was somewhat of a surprise indeed when JR got the mail today and found this:
It was almost too difficult to explain. Especially using the words "hottie" and "cozy." Which immediately put his mind to obsessing about something altogether different than this Debbie Bliss pattern with which I am preoccupied:
And that the cost for 8 skeins of Debbie Bliss Baby Cashmerino would total more than the estimated increase in the cost of fuel to keep my toes warm at night for the winter.
So, I guess I'll look for some options other than the Baby Cashmerino.
JR's option would cost nothing.