Is it just me or does a part of every project we love to tackle also have an element of "glad to get it done"? As I mentioned several weeks ago . . I purchased fabric for the grandgirlies to make them each a fresh summery cotton dress.
I washed the cotton . . .
I dried the cotton .. .
I ironed the cotton . . .
I folded it on the proper grain . .
and then it sat.
Since I was using one pattern to make two dresses . .
the pattern needed to be traced for the second dress for many of the pieces . . .
and every time I began the task ...
something more tantalizing beckoned me to come hither . .
and so . . .it sat.
Yesterday however . . .
"I did it" . ..(funny how the phrases from the wee ones bring a smile to my face)
and the patterns were pinned onto the fabric . .
and I cut them out.
Sure. . .
and I could have done it quickly. . making it all out of the same fabric . .
but when they go into Sunday School .. .
and their teachers flip the hem to see if it is homemade . . . (as my mom always did with her two year old sunday school class and would find it so endearing that someone had sewn the little dresses)
they'll be treated to coordinating fabric.
The edges are neatly serged . . .
and now I can truly . .