One of the things I love about Rob is that he's versatile.
The guy can fix a toilet, makes fiberglass rocks at work and thinks about things (including home-improvement projects) in a way totally different from me. Usually, he's right.
I've also learned, in the two months we've been married, that he can sew.
He said he learned how in grade school, and just never mentioned it to me. Funny how that works. (He did approve me writing this post.)
But since he's moved in and
has been bored by experienced life without cable, he said he's been thinking about all kinds of creative activities. He was even more inspired when we went to the I.D.E.A. Store last week, and he found two squares of yellow plush fabric. He thought it would make nice stuffed duck for our baby niece.
It was fun to watch Rob work, especially on something like this. I was always taught to take your pattern and pin it to your fabric and cut carefully and precisely around it.
Rob drew a bold duck shape on a thick piece of paper, cut it out and laid it on his fabric. He took a Sharpie and freehanded the shape about half an inch bigger on the fabric and cut. He then reversed the pattern (in order to have two sides of the duck) and drew and cut again.
I offered to dig yellow thread out of my little-used sewing box; he preferred to use the heavy brown thread he brought when he moved in. After blanket-stitching around most of the inside-out animal, he turned it right side out and stuffed it, stitching up the last small hole when he finished.
After completing the full-sized duck, he realized he had plenty of yellow plush left over. He decided to make three ducklings.
The brown thread he used to sew them is really cute - they look rustic and a little bit vintage. It's clear they were made by someone who's specialty is, uh, manly sewing.
He finished them with buttons from my button jar, a different set for each duck. The mama duck had cornflower blue eyes, and the ducklings' eyes were darker. They're adorable, especially as a set. (Forgive the cell-phone photo, please. It was our last chance to take their picture before he delivered them.)
People told me I'd figure out so many new things about Rob after we got married. I figured, that after dating three years, it would be stuff like just how terrible he is about getting his cans to the recycling bin or picking up his clothes. (Actually, scratch that. I knew those things before the wedding.)
This sewing thing? What a nice surprise.