Remember when I talked about using cloth diapers? Well…part two of a post on bums…we are also planning to attempt cloth wipes. Hey, if we’re doing the diapers, why not? Unlike the diapers, cloth wipes don’t have a ton of technology to them, they just need to be soft. But they are pretty expensive, which is baffling. So I asked, if I made them myself, would the effort be worth the cost savings? I concluded that, yes, it would be worth it, plus, “it would be fun!”
Now, I don’t sew, so I’m not sure what I was thinking. But, before I could realize this, I went to Hobby Lobby and bought two yards of flannel material (the suggested fabric for those venturing into the homemade wipe world) and cut it into 6×8 pieces. Well, they were all supposed to be 6×8, but somehow I ended up with about 4 different sizes. I measured everything, so I’m not sure how that happened. Probably because I don’t sew and I thought, “that’s good enough” when I was measuring.
“Good enough” doesn’t work for sewing. Which is why the doll dresses I attempted to make at my grandma’s house as a little girl never fit my American Girl doll quite right.
Anyhow, one Saturday, my friends Martha & Sarah hosted a sewing day at their house. Several girls from my church, plus my mom, my sister, and I all gathered to work on various sewing projects. OK, fine, we gathered to get thread caught in their machines and compete for their attention to our problems. Even though I’m pretty sure they ended up finishing most peoples’ projects for them, we had a good time. I started my wipes that February day, but did not even come close to finishing them. So I packed them up, intending to work on them at my mom’s house “whenever I could.”
Which wasn’t until a few weeks ago. I went over to her house and got out the one-billion-year-old machine (just kidding, we all know the world isn’t that old, right?). I threaded the bobbin and the needle with the right color of thread and began sewing.
Just kidding. First of all, we had to find the bobbin, which was a different color thread that was nowhere to be found in the basket of threads. So we settled for a color that was “close enough.” Once we got everything threaded and ready to go, we had to try to pick a stitch on my dad’s machine that was similar to the one on Martha’s machine. We didn’t even know how to move the little indicator to a different stitch. While we struggled to fix the blessed machine, Brandon happened to stop by on his way home after a meeting. He, like my dad, can and has done every activity known to man, including sewing and icing cakes, and he does them with excellence. I love this about him. In no time, he found the correct stitch, tension, speed, and whatever else was required to hem these squares of flannel. He whipped out several wipes within a few minutes and turned it over to me. I grabbed a square, positioned it under the needle, flipped the foot down, and starting sewing away.
For about ½ a wipe. Then….clunk. Something got jammed. I tried to figure it out for approximately 1.2 seconds, then, “Brandon! What happened?” He came over, figured out the problem, and gave the chair back to me. Repeat this scene about 17 times over the next hour, and I was able to complete about 2 wipes. Finally we tricked the machine into thinking I was Brandon, so it would cooperate. I’m convinced this is the only way it worked.
My mom and I probably got about 10 wipes sewn within the 3 hours we messed with the machine. We repeated this scenario one day a week for several weeks before I finally gave up on the cloth wipes. We got half of them finished, the other half will have to wait to be used as scrap material. And I’m looking online to find the cheapest cloth wipes/fine terry washcloths to use as wipes.
And that’s why I don’t sew. Because there is a scientific theory that, for every 10 minutes you spend producing quality craftsmanship (if that’s what you want to call what we cranked out), you spend approximately 90 minutes making said machine do what it’s supposed to. Why did we create these dang machines, anyway? It was probably easier and more efficient when everyone knew how to sew expert works by hand, like this gorgeous baby blanket my cousin Sarah made for Adler:
This is combination machine and hand sewn, but the point is that she knows what she’s doing and she’s not just fumbling around with the machine. And the parts that are hand stitched are straight, even stitches. A brilliant work of art.
As for my wipes… you can judge their brilliance for yourself.
In my mom’s words, they don’t have to be pretty for what they’re going to be used for. True that.