As anticipated and as we've talked about at least every couple of days for the past year, Annabel joined the Soule Family Skiers this year (five is the magic age in our house). That photo above is what Steve sent me of her, on her way to her first run of the tiny "magic carpet" (he also wanted me to know that he adjusted her helmet properly after this - she was so squirrelly to get up there that it took a little bit of chasing - while wrangling three other kids - to get her to hold still long enough for it). As we expected, she loved every second of her day (as evidenced by the crumbly mess of exhaustion that showed up at the end of the day, ready to crash into bed!). The kids say she was making great turns, was brave but not risky, and happy to be there and out in the elements all day, despite it being exceptionally cold. Its official - she's in!
She had many stories to tell me the next day, once recovered from exhaustion, mostly about how she was THE FASTEST person on the mountain. The whole mountain. The FASTEST. (I didn't know that was a goal.) Later in the day, while I was making dinner, I heard her fishing around in my studio mumbling to herself. I intended to check in - sometimes things go missing from my studio for all kinds of crazy reasons and often that's not a good thing (nothing like searching for your pinking shears only to find out they've been absconded to the barn and used for duct tape). But dinner distracted me and I forgot all about it until this morning, when I noticed a pile of fabric next to Annabel's bed. "What's going on with this?" I asked. "Oh," she said "those are going to be my dresses."
Because, it turns out, if you are now a skier on ski Tuesday, that doesn't mean that Tuesday dresses are a thing of the past. It just means that you sew them on a different day of the week. That's what she told me, anyway. And well, how could I argue with that?
My machines are a bit dusty (literally), as is my sewing. It seems ages since I've sewn more than a curtain hem, or put a quick patch on someone's pants. It can't have been that long, but it does feel that way. I'm glad for the push from her, though....it'll be nice to sew today.
