(More than) Fourinarow.net

I am ridiculously proud of myself right now.

Today, after much delay, I got out my sewing machine, Jack’s Cub Scout uniform, and allllllll of his patches.  It was a project I was dreading.  I am not a good sewer. I put on a few patches last year by hand and it was a total, bloody (literally – I’m not trying to be a Brit here), disaster. So, I let all future patches accumulate.

When my friend Katey visited last Spring, I coerced her she offered to do a little work on Jack’s brag vest.  I dug out the patches, found the blank vest, pointed her to my sewing machine (which hadn’t been used since moving here) and let her have at it.  It turned out, of course, perfectly.

That was the last of the “patching” around here.  Until today.

Switching schools came with switching scout packs.  Which means different patches. On the uniform (much more important than the brag vest).

As Jack’s first den meeting is next week and I’m the mommy helper for that day, I figured I’d better get moving.  Now or never.  Sink or swim. The uniform had to be taken care of, and with everything out, I might as well work on the vest, too.

I think it actually took me longer to dig up all the stuff I needed to get the job done than it took to do the job.  I did have to remove and resew two patches, since I put them on crooked, but other than that, it all went quite smoothly.  All together, I put on 8 patches.  And they all look great!  (If you don’t inspect too closely, anyway).

Here’s the brag vest… Katey did most of these, but I did some.  Can’t tell the expert from the amateur, can you?