I joined an Anna Maria Horner fabric of the month club when I was pregnant, planning to sew all these beautiful things for baby girl. Summer, pregnancy and three girls made that impossible for me. Then a new baby and three girls made that impossible for me. And now, with all my fat quarters staring out me so beautifully – I declared Sunday, Return to Sewing day.
With the book Fat Quarters:Small Fabrics, More than 50 Big Ideas at our side for inspiration, the girls and I got to sewing yesterday. Finally. It felt great. It was a little hectic because everyone wanted to sew something. Thankfully they start their own sewing classes on Tuesday with a neighbor. And a third sewing machine is on it’s way to live with us, being gifted to me from my mom who is retiring from the craft.
My oldest daughter takes trips to the public library for school reports. She is great at keeping up with her books and returning them on time. I am not so great when it comes to the other girls. Therefore we don’t frequent the library as often as we should. Because there was the time when my middle-big girl wanted a check out a book about a roach and it become forever lost in our house. A few months after I bought the dreaded book from the library, it magically reappeared. I don’t want to buy anymore books about a roach or pay more in fines than it costs to go to the local bookstore and just buy the books. Which is a lovely place, indeed. But still.
I plan to make three more of these library bags. This is was the first completed one, just in time for my oldest girl’s trip to retrieve her library books for her report on the history of origami. All library books will stay in these bags, complete with a pocket for each girls’ library card and the receipt with the due dates of the books.
This one was finished last night, about 10:00, with my oldest girl helping as I snuck her out of her bed for secret mom time and chocolate from my “good stash.”
The bib is reversible and was made with my middle-little. She picked out the fabric, cut it and helped push the machine peddle. A do-it-herself gal, she can’t wait for her sewing classes to begin. I have already found her sewing pillows on my machine, by herself before I ever taught her how to do that. oops. No fingers were lost. She was a proud big sister here. It’s still a bit surreal that she is a big sister. But yep, there really are four girls in my life. It’s a full life. And there is lots to sew.