My girls have been on a serious craft-a-thon lately. It’s been loads of fun . . . I’ve let them just dive straight into all the fabric scraps and have free run of the sewing machine (while I’m not using it). This of course has meant that we’ve had fluff and thread and fabric scraps just everywhere – but on the upside we also have a very festive little selection of one of a kind designs. I absolutely love seeing what they come up with. We have a shirt which was designed and sewn especially for Nana . . . but of course in the end it might (might) fit onto an American Girl doll. But it’s awfully clever and very creative nonetheless. One of these days I’ll sit them down and give them a speech about seam allowances – but I distinctly recall doing the identical thing myself when I was little and Mom gave me free run of the scrap bag and the sewing machine. My great seam allowance eureka moment was when I whipped up a pair of gloves for myself that turned out the size of a craisin. After my peevishness wore off, it suddenly occurred to me that perhaps I should add a bit onto the edges when I did my cutting. I was quite pompous about that little insight as I recall. I felt that most people wouldn’t have thought of that.
Anyway, the other night it was time for kids to head up to bed – but poor little six-year-old Hero was still in the grip of a creative fever and really desperately needed to finish cutting out the outfit she was designing. So I let her take it up to bed with her to finish . . . and when I went up to check on her, this is what I found on the top bunk.
In case you’re not clear, that’s a shirt and a skirt – complete with a little patch pocket on the front. And yes, I did remove the scissors from her bed, and carefully scootch the outfit out of the way, and put her blankets back on the bed, and get her tucked neatly and cozily in for the night! (A note about what she’s wearing: She doesn’t usually sleep in Ben’s skivvy shirt. It’s just that there was a also a play being produced that evening and she was cast as a sheep. She obviously didn’t change back into her PJs before climbing up to finish off her cutting. “Where on earth is this child’s mother?” I can hear you asking. Unfortunately she was also in the grip of a creative fever and was downstairs trying to finish off an outfit herself . . . )