Measure twice is the advice, but in my experience, it seems that even measuring thrice still results in some crooked lines. I think it may have something to do with spacing out while I cut, but let’s not rule out a bad pair of scissors just yet.

In sewing and in crafts, cutting a material is the ultimate end. It is decisive. Once you commit to do it, there is no turning back. The fabric won’t come back together; the cord won’t braid itself back together; the thread won’t fish itself out of the sewing machine.

It’s here, trembling on the threshold of do or retry, that I found the beauty of folds. Continue reading