Have you heard your parents or grandparents say that phrase? Mine did, and today I am too. I’m talking about my beef with my handy (or not so handy now) iron. I had a nice inexpensive iron at one time. It died at the rip old age of 15. So a few months back, M went out a bought me a new one. Shark. Really cool and worked great until one day it just stopped working. No warning. No abuse. Dead.
Forward to 1 month ago. Bought a nice Sunbeam. Similar to the old 15 year old one that died. Worked fine. Steamed like a champ until I went to plug it in yesterday. Dead. No abuse. No warning. What is it with me and irons?!?! So I ask anyone who stumbles across this post today, what brand do you use and where can I find it? For a sewer, living without an iron is like missing a body part. I serious cannot get anything done. Well, I can but those projects are not as fun.
What I did do with out my iron is to read through the newest pattern I’m working on. This was sent by a new blog handbag friend over at Emmaline Bags & Patterns. I am trying out her new Teardrop bag and will post pictures when I complete it, but for now if you are curious and want to try out an adorable new bag pattern, head on over and download. A PDF file/pattern is a wonderful thing. The fabric you see above? Yeah, that’s sitting in my studio waiting to be ironed…..
Off to drop T at school, then buy a new iron…sigh…Cindy