While I was sewing my first bag I realized I was missing a key piece of sewing equipment--a pincushion. I vowed that the first thing I would do when I was finished with the bag was make myself a pincushion. Since I wanted something unique and creative, I scoured my craft room for something that would work. And when I say "great pincushion dilemma" I'm not exaggerating. I pondered for several hours, wanting to create the perfect pincushion.
Finally I had a vision. I had some scrap red satin, left over from my sister's bridesmaid dress, and I had some very cute little Halloween favors that had been in my drawer for two years, waiting for the perfect project. A little batting and a few stitches later and voila--a pincushion.
And as if that wasn't perfect enough, when I was at my crafty slumber party at Panopolie, I got to make another pincushion. Since I was playing around with felting (and sticking myself with the needles) I decided to make another pincushion. It turned out quite nicely, though it is certainly different from the first. But I love both of them, and in a strange way they each represent my personality.
And if you think of it in a really odd way, it's like having a flower to put on the coffin.