I hope by now it's safe to assume that if you're hanging around these internet parts with me, you love yourself a good healthy does of babies and chickens too (with a dash of handmade thrown in for good measure). Which is good, because there's more of all of the above coming your way today. (Again.) I just can't resist. Nor could I resist this fabric, sitting on my studio table for the past few weeks. It's Locally Grown, from Marisa at Creative Thursday. It was tempting me, but hadn't made it all the way to the machine, as Ezra's quilt was in the way - both literally and figuratively. But now, with that done (I can't wait to show you!), I've been freed up for guilt-free happy sewing of unnecessary, but much-loved quick and little things once again. Ah... like summer dresses for my baby girl when the season is half over and she has an ample closet full already. Yes, those kinds of unnecessary but very important things. Logic doesn't always matter when it comes to sewing things we love for those little people we love.
The dress pattern is Suzanne by Citronille. Yes, it's in french, which poses a bit of a problem given that I don't read or speak the language, but it's a fairly straightforward construction with thankfully plenty of diagrams (and also, I made it once or twice before). These two dresses came together easily in one full moon late night sewing session. I had time for making more, but thought a whole set of dresses in one line of fabric was a little excessive (but now I doubt myself).
She was so pleased with her new dresses, though deciding which one to wear was a bit of a process fitting a two year old. There was some back and forth. And back and forth again. Sheep, chickens, sheep, chickens. She ultimately landed, on this particular day, on the sheep dress....for a visit to the chickens. Where my dear sweet baby girl would like for there to be an egg each and every time she looks for one. No matter how much time has lapsed since her last visit (five minutes), and no matter how many eggs we're actually getting a day from these hens (two eggs). A little bit of surprise at the empty nesting box, followed by some firm commands to those chickens to get laying already, and ending with some lower lip action and that sparkle in her eye that let's us all know she's playing a game. One that none of us can resist playing into alongside her - for everyone here loves these babies and chickens (and that dash of handmade too).
