“Pi is not 3.17,” my husband gently told me when I was scratching my brain trying to figure out how to make a fabric bucket, “it’s 3.14.” Oh. Jeez. Damnit. And that was at the beginning of my rather dramatic shame spiral which went something like this:
howdoIexpectthatIcanmakethingswhenIamsohorribly
untalentedandamiserablefailureatmathandIsucksomuch
andthatiswhyIcan’tmakeanythingandIshouldjuststop
tryingandI’llneverbeabletosupportmyfamilywiththe
thingsImakebecauseIhavenotimetomakeanythingand
Idon’tknowhowanywayandIsucksomuch.
And then I was sobbing at the sewing machine doing the whole shoulders bouncing up and down thing and the silent cry with the mouth open in a rather peanut-like shape and waiting to inhale.
I mean, really. So then I ripped out my damn circle (again) and through saltwater eyes and with pinkened nose I tried again. And I figured out that the problem was just the crooked rectangle I cut and not that I can’t figure out the circumference of a circle…well, maybe that had a wee little bit to do with it. But now I have the secret formula. And, honestly, I was super proud of myself for even knowing that I needed to use pi in this situation.
And I just LOOOVVEEE these fabric buckets to hold things. I want to make them in different sizes and in kid fabrics to hold Legos and such. You can buy them soon.
Your slouchy buckets are adorable, despite the drama~ I’m glad you stuck with! I think we’ve all had those frustrating moments at the machine that make us consider our abilities.
I think the buckets will sell well, you’re on to something!