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How I Plan to Survive the Zombie Apocalypse
By Karlie Tipton
March 22, 2012
Don’t be fooled by their fluffiness or colorful patterns: Pillows can be a royal pain. I learned that lesson the hard way when I tried to make my own.
I have always admired crafters. For their craftiness, obviously, but more for their ability to conceptualize a project, then sit down and work on it until it is complete. I longed to become a member of this scrappy community, but my inability to finish things makes that somewhat of a challenge. But after a trip to the store to seek out some decorative cushions—it’s interesting that a sign of adulthood is apparently having unnecessary pillows on every piece of furniture—I realized I was either going to have to shell out forty dollars or more for an over-stuffed square that serves no purpose, or I could learn to make one myself.
So I drove to my local Hobby Lobby, where I picked up a pattern (turns out “cutting out two squares that are the same shape” doesn’t really require a blueprint) and got some fabric and some trim. Then to Grandmother’s house I went—did I mention I had never operated a needle before?
Many, many hours and pricked fingers later, I had made a pillow. One corner was kind of wonky, and the edges were not exactly straight, but I had made something with my own hands! Writing is a fantastic skill—communication is the foundation of all relationships, particularly the one between magazines like Oklahoma Today and their readers—but I was now capable of making a tangible thing that could bring comfort to a person’s head, or more likely, help them coordinate that brown couch with that pink rug.
To date, I have made seven pillows and a completed a couple of other projects involving a needle and thread. Who knows, by the time the December 21 rolls around, maybe some kind young hunter will realize my worth as a seamstress and keep me alive after the zombie apocalypse. Perhaps I should start learning how to sew a nice hatchet cover…