It seems wrong to love a pincushion but it also seems wrong to blog about sewing when you don’t know that much about it at all. I was so proud of this make that after it was done I called to my 10 year old stepson from my sewing room, “What if you had a pincushion you could wear on your WRIST and that looked like a FLOWER! How much would you pay for THAT?” And then I proudly revealed my creation.
This pincushion is a lot like most of my projects (cooking, making, writing). I start with a really S&^%%TY prototype and then either give up and move on to something else, try and figure out what went wrong, call a friend to get advice, or, in this case, shell out the $8 for the pattern instead of trying to make one up based on a photo.
Here is the pattern – its clearly written and easy to do if you follow the instructions (again, sometimes a problem for me but I was so frustrated after the prototype that I was faithful to every step except for the leaves, they felt a little literal relative to my fabric choice if that makes any sense). MichellePatterns has some other adorable projects.
I’m planning two more of these babies – one for a former student who is also a sewer and majored in Japanese Lit as an undergrad and one for a friend who wants to give it to a friend who loves sewing.
Now for the prototype. I should have put something in to show scale but this puppy is easily twice the size of the one made with the pattern.

It looks like it could eat something from the front and from the back….

…from the back it looks like someone tried to eat it and then stitched it back together hoping no-one would notice. I was close on this prototype but couldn’t figure out how to sew the top and bottom together (obviously). And, it was sized for a grizzly bear.
The fabric is from the Textile Center’s Garage Sale – I paid about $6 for a roll of kimono scraps. Mmmmmm fabric….. There will still be lots left after the next flower wrist pincushion so I’ll be on the hunt for other projects. Or I’ll just look at them lovingly as they are.
