Bag. Zipper. Zipper needs to go in bag. Not just in the bag, but sewn in. I am so not a seamstress. I think about making a plea for help in the SM's Michigan forum. I know at least one of my fellow trolls is good with needle and thread. But she's also a couple hours one way drive from me. If I can't get a zipper into a bag by myself in under four hours, I truly suck.
So I thread the needle and get on with it. As I make the first stitches, a little voice in my head says, "Pin it." I ignore the voice.
First side sewn and looking good (as long as I don't study the underside of the zipper too closely). Make it around the end of the zipper and halfway up the other side. Huh?? Why is there more bag on one side than the other? I am pretty sure both sides were even before I started sewing. Snip. Snip. Snip... Voice is louder, "PIN IT." I have no idea where straight pins are.
Pinless, I start over. A little closer to the teeth and more neatly this time. Again, the first side looks really good. Stitch the end and start up the other side. Stop to check the fit. It doesn't fit. Again.
"YOU SHOULD HAVE PINNED IT," no-longer-little voice screeches as I snip all my neat little stitches.
I spend an eternity searching the house for pins and finally find them right here on my desk (buried under a broken bracelet and the package of doodads I bought to repair it with). I pin one end of the zipper in place and then the other. Scatter four more pins down each side. Start stitching again. Down one side, across the end, up the other side. Evenly. No excess baggage.
It only took me three and a half hours. I don't suck.
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