Thursday, September 10, 2009

crayon wallet, take two...


 ...or, what your kid is getting if you invite us to a birthday party.

 
I've been really determined to get this right because crayon wallets/rolls/cases are such a great go-to gift for toddlers and preschoolers.  I especially like the wallet concept because you can stuff the pouch with stickers, which seems to make everything right in the world of a toddler (and if stickers don't work, try a glycerin suppository--for the toddler). 

My first effort at a crayon wallet was too floppy; serviceable, but a little flimsy.  This time I made the wallet bigger--three panels instead of two--in order to fit the sixteen-pack of big toddler-friendly crayons.  The extra panel seems to have solved some of the flimsiness/floppiness problems of the earlier version. Another factor is that the blue twill I used here is a lot heavier than what I used last time.  

Do you think I'm every going to run out of that fish fabric (originally a Target sheet)?  If so, it isn't happening any time soon.

I feel like I'm on the road to crayon wallet perfection, or at least adequacy. Perfection would require interfacing (instead of a layer of batting), which I will have no part of.  Interfacing just gives me the heebee jeebees, I can't even attempt to explain why.

2 comments:

Barefoot_Mommy said...

cute! I am in the process of trying to make adequate crayon rolls and wallets too. LOL It's not as easy as it looks... even with the interacing.

Margaret (Peggy or Peg too) said...

Karen
Just saw your comment on my blog. Had to run over to see you.

My God Karen I am not worthy!
You my dear are smart and talented. I see the things you make. I am seriously craft-impaired. Oh sure I am crafty when it comes to decorating ones home, office or their box under a bridge. But sewing, knitting things you can actually wear in public is beyond my talents.

Now that I think of it I don't even have any talents.....

Well we do have one thing in common - hormones from hell. Only I'm no longer in child bearing years.

God this is getting more damn depressing by the minute.

I have to go drink now.....