It was crazy that fabric was so easy to cut up and manipulate. Like… this was the stuff that she wore on the daily, how did it not fall apart? And now was the part that Kye was low key afraid of… this machine that she was sure would end up putting her in the Hospital Wing. Goodbye fingers! Goodbye hand! Goodbye Quidditch career!
Very very very very very hesitantly, Kye stepped on the pedal to see what she was working with and ughhhhhhh could she just skip this part? With what may have been an audible groan, Kye placed the smaller strip of material under the needle, making sure her foot was far from the pedal. Okay, wait… so up? Up then down. The reason made sense, but visually, Kye was about ready to pull out her wand. She resisted the urge, but barely. Slowly, Kye tried to do what Professor Stewart had instructed. She pulled the fabric back toward her a little, before moving it in the opposite direction. She pushed the fabric through the machine, trying to get a straight line. It definitely wasn't a straight line, but she was paying closer attention to her fingers and keeping them from getting attacked by the little needle. She figured the sewing part was good enough though, because she was going so slow that there was no a fairly even wavy stitching. Could she pretend she had meant to make a wavy pattern? It was a style!... It was fashion! Who could say otherwise??
"Uhm... Professor? Is there a trend that involves making designs within the seam?" Because if not, there was now.
More to her surprise than anything else, Kye had finished her stitching, and she was able to flip it right side out. Yea… you could tell it wasn’t straight… but it could totally be worse!
Aaand now they had to use the pins. Great. More pointy things. This was a bit of a battle as well because she was trying to get the pin to go through all of the layers at once. After a bit of struggling, and (ow!) a pin prick later, Kye realized that she could put them through one at a time and it was probably more accurate that way. Once this part was complete, she was able to put the ‘hat’ onto the machine. She tried to make it a tad straighter than earlier, but still cared more for her fingers than anything. Slowly, she stitched the hat, removing the pins as needed.
Sigh of relief as she finished this part… Oh look, she made a fleece clutch. She made a few zig zag lines through the two corner pieces together, wondering how much was enough, before taking it off the machine and her foot away from the pedal again. Making a face that was full of hesitation and pre-emptive disgust, Kye flipped her beanie and was relieved to be done. She couldn’t imagine anyone buying her beanie, but at least you could tell that was what it was right?!
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