It isn't often that a woman living in the year 2010 has to sit back and ask herself, "what would Ma Ingalls do?" I think it's sad that so many of us women have lost the creative gumption of our great-grandmothers.
I've had my sewing machine for nearly three years. I just now finished my first sewing project. It's a little pathetic, I know. Sewing machines are very intimidating to me. In a moment of naivete, three years ago, I decided I could teach myself how to use a sewing machine. I taught myself how to knit, so darn it, I could teach myself how to sew.
This might sound sensible. It isn't. There are few things less intimidating than two knitting needles and a skein of yarn. (Of course there are some complicated, advanced knitting stitches...but my 5 year old can learn how to cast on for crying out loud!) I hit a wall that sad day when I unpacked my sparkling new sewing machine and tried...and tried again...and tried some more, to figure out the textbook of a manual that came with it.
Fast forward a few years and as fate would have it...my favorite neighbor knows her way around a sewing machine. Between her patience, and lack of expectation for my perfection, I managed to finish a skirt for my lovely daughter Grace. The pattern is The Girly Skirt by Pink Fig.
Yay! My thirsty feminine soul has been quenched! For today anyway... ;)
|A close-up of the fabric. I just love reproduction fabrics.|
|Little Ralph offering his critique of Grace's new skirt|
|She insisted on a curtsey.|
|With a skirt this fancy, one must always bob a curtsey.|
|Naturally the close of every photo session ends with love.|