Yesterday was full of her favorite things and people - her bestest friend and closest cousin, her sheep and chickens, and apple cake. By evening, she was wandering the tidepools and running on the paths at the shore, giggling with the ones she loves. It was just right.
On her birthday eve, by the softest light we could manage so as to not wake her, Steve and I did our late night birthday elving in her bedroom. Rearranging all but the bed she was sleeping in (okay, we moved it just a few inches), we moved out a few old and not-quite-right-anymore things and in one new table.
I've been watching over the past months as her creativity has exploded - both figuratively and literally. It was time, we decided, for her to have her very own work space. A place where she can leave an art project in progress all day or all week without worry of little (or big) brothers disturbing it, a sewing machine she can have access to whenever she'd like (without Mama hovering and worrying about the 'fancy' machine).
We decided to dedicate one of the family sewing machines (it's this one) to her use (the boys have another one in their 'barn recording studio' that they use. All good hip-hop artists and breakdancers make their own clothes, you know?) A search at a local flea market turned up this great retro kitchen table, just right for her room, I thought. A few more thrifted and gathered bits and bobs, some fresh new supplies (scissors! sewing is all about the sharp scissors, I say), a Mamamade pincushion (tutorial here)...and my little girl got herself a bedroom studio overnight.
She was a very surprised and very happy seven year old girl upon waking. She got right to work making things for all the people she would see on her birthday. Late last night, she and Ezra sat on the other side of the table from each other working on the comic book they've been creating together. This morning, she poked her head into my studio, with an "I need some elastic for my studio!". And right now, as I write these words, I can hear the gentle hum of the machine above me. Keep going, girl....