"Sew" Easy. . . .

. . . . even a caveman can do it!  (Yeah, those commercials bug me, too.)  I had some time on my hands while Rich was gone.   Mostly in the "after the kids go to bed" hours when things were just a little too quite.  Well, a girl's gotta do something, so I put on some BBC movies that aren't quite so Rich-like and broke out the sewing machine.  By the way you ladies out there, "Wives and Daughters" is fantastic.  And, I had never seen Sense and Sensibility---I didn't have the right to call myself female until I watched that.  Also gained a new love for Pride and Prejudice and Mr. Darcy.  Aaaahhhh . . . .


Anyway, back to the sewing machine.  Usually I only sew out of necessity, and even then I grumble while doing it.  Never much cared for sewing.  Sorry, Mom!  I think it comes from my dislike for reading instructions and manuals -- and patterns are a kind of manual for making things.  Blah.  One night I came across a tutorial for a really cute little girl skirt that seemed really quick and easy--my kind of instructions.  I think I must think just like Alice in Wonderland . . . ."what good is a book without any pictures?"  Amen, sister!  Ditto for instructions . . .  . include some pictures, people!  And this blog had plenty of those (check it out--you'll be all sorts of inspired).   So, I decided to give it a whirl.  And then I gave it another whirl for a my friend Heidi's little girl, Hannah.  What do you think of my whirls?


Here is a close-ish-up of Olivia's skirt:

Complete with hair accessories and everything:

Here is the one I made for Hannah (I tried, but Ryder wouldn't model it for me--his father would be proud):

And the extra scraps became this (and from my own brain, nonetheless--mostly I'm just good at stealing others ideas):

Heidi sent me some pictures she took of Hannah wearing all this cuteness, as I think it is twice as a-DOR-able on than off:

And, yes, she's got some mad skills with the camera.

Motto of this post:  "If I can do it. . . sew can you."

Gotta go, as I hear Ryder yelling, "Let's make Owen cry!"  Yeah, that's my two year-old bullying my six year-old.  How proud am I.