I am not a great sewer. Seamstress? Seamstress seems WAY too formal for what I do. But I am OK at sewing. I can follow a basic pattern and most of the time make something that looks half way decent.
I am currently in the throes of working on Hailey's Halloween costume. She is going to be a cowgirl. I made her a vest. A vest is super easy to put together and sew. It becomes a bit harder when you add a lining and fringe. Oh my the FRINGE! Why do you need a lining and fringe for a Halloween costume that she will wear maybe three times? Because she is my daughter and this is what I do. I make easy things much harder than they have to be.
I haven't even told you about the skirt yet. How many little elastic waists skirts have I made in my life? Lots. I could practically sew them blindfolded. That was what I originally planned on making for her cowgirl skirt. But then one day on Pinterest, I saw a super cute cowgirl skirt that had jean material at the top and the skirt sort of flared around it. PINTEREST! So that is what I am attempting to make - with no idea how to begin, with no pattern, with only a little hope that it is going to turn out looking like it does in my head.
I tend to forget that I am not on Project Runway. I am not sewing for some amazing job opportunity. This is a Halloween costume! In my heart of hearts I know that, but when you mix ideas of grandeur with my perfectionist qualities - it becomes a little scary.
Day to day musings about my life as a mother of three kids. Spencer, my oldest is fourteen. Evan, my second son and middle child is twelve. My little girl, Hailey is nine years old. I started this blog shortly after my oldest turned six and the other two were "under" - hence the name.
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