Let me preface this story with the time-line and special circumstances of this project so that you can truly empathize with the bursting into tears action after it's sudden death yesterday.
January 2009 - Had just received Alicia Paulson's Stitched in Time for Christmas 2008, and decided promptly that I would make not one, but two
memory game sets for my niece and nephew.
March 2009 - Declared the month of March's Holiday Handmade Crusade Theme "Making a Memory" and think that I have cleverly created motivation for myself to finish the memory game sets. However, I had only just begun. I purchased the inkjet printer photo fabric, chose prints from my stash, and cut out 52 squares to the measurement of four square inches. Keep in mind my rotary blade is dead, and my self healing mat is quite small. These squares, and many to follow were essentially painstakingly measured and cut out, one by one...
September 2009 - After months of hiatus on this project, I cut out the felt squares that were to be sandwiched between the photo fabric, two per game piece, total of 104 pieces of felt...cut out one by one.
October 2009 - Spend many hours uploading and formatting my family photos to the satisfactory size and spacing. Fighting and formatting, fighting and formatting. Finally finished and discovered that my printer has no color ink. Waited to have money to purchase said ink...
November 2009 - I got ink! Printed out inkjet photo fabric, discovered I was one sheet shy of being able to print out my photos. Purchased one additional packet of inkjet photo fabric...
December 2009 - Printed last inkjet sheet of photos, removed all of the backing and ironed the pieces flat. Cut all of the photos out, 52 in all, one by one.
Yesterday - Against my better judgement, I followed the directions in the book to add a dab of fabric glue between each layer to keep the layers in place for sewing. I have worked with inkjet printer fabric before, and you cannot get it wet, but I figured that if Alicia Paulson thinks that a little dab of glue is okay, then it must be...So I happily glued layer after a layer after layer...
20 minutes later I realized with horror that my little dabs of glue were making the ink in the photos run. At best it looked like my family members had a severe case of rosacea:
At worst my sister-in-law now looked like a domestic violence victim:

My nephew's forehead bore resemblance to Manson family members:

And the ultimate, my mother-in-law's face looked like
the top of Mikhail Gorbachev's head:

At this point, I was upset, but decided to forge on, consoling myself with thoughts such as "They are just kids, they will never notice..." and "It's a homemade gift, it has character!"
However when Matt came home and I showed him what had happened and fished for back-up and consoling thoughts he offered, "I would do it over again. Wow, that's pretty bad. Can't you just re-print the bad ones (over 3/4 of the photos)?"
"No!" I retorted "the inkjet fabric is too expensive and I don't have enough to reprint all of the bad ones!" Now I was definitely angry, and continued to sew my maimed family members together with a vengeance. "It'll be fine, it'll be fine..." I kept saying to myself.
Then I hear my cat, Cassie, licking something.
I look up to see that she is licking one of the cut out pieces of inkjet fabric.
This is when I started shouting expletives and chased my cat around the room. I'll let your imagination fill in the dialogue here.
To give you a clue, many sentences started with the letter "F".
I picked up the poor little scrap of fabric, a photo of my nephew Thi.
Matt called from the couch, "It can't look any worse than the other photos!"

"His nose is gone!" I cried "She licked off his nose!"
Matt starts laughing...I start laughing...Then I start sobbing.
AND SOBBING AND SOBBING AND SOBBING.
So that brings us to where yesterday's post began. I've decided to scrap this project entirely for Christmas. I am going to try and salvage it for their birthdays. I haven't the money, or the mental health to try and fix this one in two weeks time, so I've opted to make them both quick gifts from my stash. Not as cool as the memory game would've been...but sometimes you've just got to let it go.
I'm still in mourning...sniff sniffle.
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