I have a confession: I'm not a wiz on the sewing machine. In fact, I'm pretty unskilled. OH, the shame I've brought upon my family name. The little ric rac enhanced heidi dresses my grandmother sewed for me....the pinstriped brazer my mother made for my 6th grade graduation...and me? what have I made for my offspring? some of the most lopsided jammie pants in the history of pants. Usually with crooked seams and exposed bits of ravelling fabric.
Well, today, I attempted a pouch. A sad, crooked, lumpy lined zipper pouch and I love it.