Another Smock
Thank you for your kind comments on yesterday's post. Each one touched me and I sincerely appreciate the time you have taken to boost my spirits. Thank you, dear friends.
Last week as my thoughts were continually turning towards my sister, I decided I needed a little "sewing therapy." I was actually trying to clean up my sewing area (which is a lost cause, by the way), when I decided I would rather be sewing instead of cleaning. I was digging through my notions hatbox looking for bias tape. Spenser walked up and in her pip-squeaky voice asked, "Mommy, whatcha doing?" When I told her I was going to sew something for her, she became totally excited. She picked out the fabric. She stood next to me as I cut the fabric. She sat on my lap as I sewed. We did this together. Some good mommy-daughter time. (Baby was napping and the boys were in school.)
It's another "Swing Swing Smock" from the Bend-the-Rules Sewing book. I seem to work in sets. Sets of skirts. Sets of smocks. Sets of totes. As long as she likes them (and wears them), I'll keep making them for her.
Last week as my thoughts were continually turning towards my sister, I decided I needed a little "sewing therapy." I was actually trying to clean up my sewing area (which is a lost cause, by the way), when I decided I would rather be sewing instead of cleaning. I was digging through my notions hatbox looking for bias tape. Spenser walked up and in her pip-squeaky voice asked, "Mommy, whatcha doing?" When I told her I was going to sew something for her, she became totally excited. She picked out the fabric. She stood next to me as I cut the fabric. She sat on my lap as I sewed. We did this together. Some good mommy-daughter time. (Baby was napping and the boys were in school.)It's another "Swing Swing Smock" from the Bend-the-Rules Sewing book. I seem to work in sets. Sets of skirts. Sets of smocks. Sets of totes. As long as she likes them (and wears them), I'll keep making them for her.
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I'm glad to hear that you had some sewing therapy to deal with the anniversary of your sister's death. I'll keep you guys in my prayers.
What a sweetie-pie (with great taste in fabric). (Not you, Spenser!!!!) :)
[And I´ve only boys *buhuuu* ;-)]
(i wanted to comment, but couldn't think of anything infinitely awesome to say other than i'm sorry.)
P/S : Sorry, I deleted the earlier post as I named the wrong child.
That's it. I won't gab about it again until it's finished.
LOVE the elephants, too. When I was little I called them efalumps, which my mother reminds me of to this day. Usually while a lot of other people are around.
Great.