an evening well spent

Ever since break I've been planning on making a bean bag. I would think about it before I went to bed, picturing what it would look like and how I would make it. I get excited about these things, you see. Most of the time the things works out exactly how I picture it . Most of the time.

After some input and discussion we decided that doing it like a baseball would make it the most round-ish. The plan was to sew together the material, then go to FedEx and ask them to load me up with packing peanuts. Brilliant and resourceful, my favorite.


I spent the whole evening working on it tonight, while my other roommates did their own crafty projects. I finally got the outline done. Well, one outline done. Then I started to sew, using my NEW sewing machine for the first time!

I started to have doubts about the durability of this epic bag, so I asked Nate what he thought.

"Honestly, I don't think that thread will hold Tara. And I think the fabric is too thin...so even if the thread does hold I think the fabric will eventually tear."

Dangit. Honesty.

I started to sew anyway, explaining to Nate how very careful I would be when I sat on it (it's hard for me to let go of these ideas once they've been formed). But then my sewing machine jammed, a sign that it wasn't meant to be, I suppose.

I think it's gonna require tools this time. Tools that I don't think I own.

So now I have an outline of tape that could be mistaken for a crime scene where Mr. Peanut was murdered, and there will be no handmade bean bag.


I was thinking about it though, and I never imagined that this would be what an evening of mine would look like. I never thought that I would love to sew different things, or crochet funky stuff, or shop at Hobby Lobby. But I do. I love creating things.

And it's not just my style and taste that has changed. It feels good to grow into your own. When I was at Walla Walla I could feel it. I could feel something, or Someone, in my soul telling me that I wasn't reaching high enough, that I wasn't who I was supposed to be yet. And I wasn't going to get there if I stayed in Walla Walla.

So, again, I'm reminded of how awesome God is, how awesome Southern is.

Southern is also awesome because Collegedale got 3cm of snow and we have a snow day tomorrow! Heeck yea!