What I did on my flight to London, or Why I should never sew on a plane

I forgot to show you what I did on my flight to London a couple of months ago.  Well…maybe not so much ‘forgot’ as decided never to show you.  But, today I finally pulled it out and finished off the last few stitches…

Yes, I decided that I needed something to do on the plane, so with 10 minutes to spare before my taxi came to pick me up for the airport, I madly cut all of the pieces I needed to make this adorable little project from Jill.  Hers looks like this:

Mine….kinda less so.

I sewed the entire cozy by hand except for the last bits of construction.

Here is a close up of my best attempts at a sewing in a straight line *sarcasm*.  Ugh.  So, there you have it.  I don’t think that I will be sewing on an airplane again anytime soon, but I do have good news:

There was a 10 year old girl sitting next to me who took great interest in my wobbly mess.  I just so happened to get chatting to her and her mum about sewing, we exchanged email addresses, and I was able to send the young lady a great pack of books to get her started on a sewing road of her own.  Hopefully hers will be a bit more along the straight and…well, I guess just straighter than mine is! Paying it forward….now that is a happy beginning.