I am restlessly ready for new projects.
Miss Scarlett is starting three mornings a week nursery school in September and she needs clothes. I haven't made much for her so far because her dad has a cousin with 4 little girls and the hand-me downs have been gorgeous and constant.
However Scarlett has decided she only likes dresses. A fashionista already:
And she is tall.
She needs her own clothes. She needs fitting and extra length.
With a 5'10" mother and a 6'4" father this is no surprise. I have to admit however that I am getting weary of new people saying "My she's so tall isn't she?" the first time they meet her.
This is where girls get messages, because being tall myself I know that there is a pretty little thing going on. Not everyone was meant to be tiny and we had better be making that crystal clear to our little girls.
So I am on a campaign to respond to that each time I hear it with "I know isn't she lucky? I love being tall."
And I do.
The words last. I have a friend who is plus size, always was, always will be. She has shared with me how long it took her to get her mother's voice out of her head, you know that one that was saying "You will look thinner in this."
We really have to pay attention to our words.
Back to sewing.
Miss Scarlett as you can see is beautiful but so many dresses are just too short on her. I have tried to sew a little for her in the past but found toddler patterns hopelessly sized way too wide for the length, particularly in the sleeves - all the sizing mistakes I see in some adult patterns where every little piece gets over graded up - like those plus sized dresses with giant neck opening.
Back to sewing again.
So I am going to be making knit dresses (if anyone has a cool online source for fabric let me know) starting from a pattern I made this morning from a Landsend dress she likes.
I am ready to do this after three more Magic skirts.
A woven denim one that is OK for things like laundry folding or sewing room cleaning or walking around with a sponge trying to figure out where that spilt milk smell is coming from, never mind who spilt it.
Here is the back view of that utility model. I left out the front darts so I could get it over my hips after a brief period of thinking that putting a skirt on over my head made sense.
You have seen these on me so use your imagination. Really scroll down these numbers are not so squat in real life.
A stretch cotton version - I think I like this pattern best in stretch wovens:
|If you do this underlining thing remember to bag the lining out at bit- you know make it a shade longer and ease it in so the outer fabric doesn't pull up at all. Now how would I know that?|
My entrepreneur/gardener/builder/landlord/surfer. The one of needle in his foot and skipping competition fame.
The child I reference when some mother is telling me her own teenage son stories - the one I trot out in a you can't top this way, because of his long history of mishaps all of which he has survived.
Living evidence that if you can last through it all, they actually turn out.