d'oh!mestic

So that happened.

I’ve had this monster for about a month and I am a bad, bad person for not writing about it sooner, but hell, I had this brand spankin’ new Janome DC 3018 computerized marvel taking up my time and the point of hobbies is to spend time away from the internet, right?

Buying the beast was a one-and-done, and I’m almost (almost) ashamed by the lack of shopping around. But when the saleswoman proceeded to run eight layers of denim through the floor model with nary a snag, I was hooked. She reeled me in when she knocked an additional $150 off the price tag and threw in a spare food, five extra bobbins, two spools of thread and (and!) was nice to me.

Bob’s Sew and Vac has a customer for life.

I did what you’re supposed to do with a brand new machine: test runs, project completions, ritualistic blood sacrifices. It hums along, pleased as punch.

The old Singer has been relegated to a corner of the workroom until we can think of something to do with it. I’m reluctant to sell it. I wouldn’t wish that foul craftsmanship on anyone.

And speaking of foul craftsmanship!

In May, I will be inflicting my shoddy wares on the unsuspecting public!

The wonderful women of Hip Stitch have asked me to be their featured artist for the month of May. They’ll be showing off (and, ahem, selling) some of my handmade items, which will act as the soft launch of the D’oh!Mestic homewears-and-leggings* line.

The above photo is just a taste, just a hint of what I’ve been up to. I can’t wait to show off the project in full, but I want to built a little buzz, whet a few appetites and take some decent pictures in natural light. But believe me when I say that it’s going to be a good five seconds worth of awesome, and you might just want to call dibs now. Local readers are encouraged to line up starting Thursday, April 30. (What, we’re all geeks here. Geeks do line events.) Out-of-towners will either have to book their tickets now or wait until we roll out D’oh!Mestic, The Shopping Experience, sometime in June.

Or, y’know, not.

*I am kidding about the leggings. I am not Lindsay Lohan.