I am so over my sewing machine right now. I've pulled it out a few times this year, and every time feels like a battle. My shoulders tense, my jaw gets set--it's the opposite of relaxing craft-y time.
And because--like just about every other mama in America--my "me" time is not in endless supply, I've given myself permission to quit trying, at least for now. As it turns out, I live in a time and place where I don't have to sew for my children to stay clothed. Yay for modern life.
But...but, as much as letting go of the process thrills me, I'd be lying if I said I don't miss the end product. Mostly because Little Miss is right at the age where she's starting to appreciate a sweet, twirly dress. And we have discussed my feelings about twirly dresses and cardigans.
So, when my Nice Mother-In-Law showed up with this handmade number a few weekends ago, I was pleased as pie. It's just the right size for growing into, and just twirly enough at the bottom to be both pleasing for a spin and unhindering for the playground.
Little Miss loves it, too. She's not fully showing it in these pictures because she is currently so over being photographed, after I accidentally bonked her head--twice--with my camera lens last weekend. But as soon as I put my big, mean clicking thing away, she was all sunbeams.