Last week's ski day (for everyone else), during which I was home alone with Ani, we went right to the studio after breakfast. The night before, I had laid out a few options for her. She - being the girl I love and have come to know - decided that she wanted to mix things up well beyond those simple choices. She chose two fabrics and one ribbon. And so it was. (The pattern, again, is Geranium from Made By Rae.)
On this day, our sewing time was interrupted frequently and often - by animals in need, meals to be prepared, other projects that she wanted in on. That meant that sewing her dress took the better part of the day. It was a lovely day, a special day, a day with my baby girl that I hope I never forget. And when everyone walked in the door, tired after a day on the slopes slugging through all the fresh powder on the mountain, she had something new that SHE had made to show them. And true to form, they were good sports and honored her excitement by showing theirs. She went to bed happy as a three year old could be - a three year old, the youngest of five children, who had just spent a day alone with her Mama and her Gram. Happy girl, indeed.
But me? I had a lovely day, I really did. It was delightful. But somehow all that sewing - interrupted as it was - only served to make me want to sew more. Just the very second that I had the youngest tucked into bed, I went right back into my studio. And all alone, with the door closed and an audio book playing, I cranked out a another dress, start to finish. The exact same pattern that I had made earlier in the day, but without the interruptions. It felt so good. So good. And when that was done, I could finally crash into bed feeling a little more satisfied.
And my little girl? She woke up to ANOTHER new dress (that SHE had somehow miraculously made in the night, while she slept!). And well, it doesn't get much better than that. Success for all.
