Yesterday I finally got to start making some kid's clothes. I cut this shirt out of an old sheet and found some soft lace in my trim stash. The Punk declares that it's a "pretty dress."
Little Girls, Big Style by Mary Abreu. The hardest part about taking the plunge into shirring was resetting the tension dials on my machine. It was quite the mental step for me. Since then it has gotten much easier - I whipped this up in a morning.
Now the bad news: this is the only piece of clothing you will see roll out from under my presser foot this week. About halfway through this blouse, my machine started whining at me - the whine that says, "I should have been serviced four months ago and I refuse to sew another item until I get a check-up." I limped it through finishing the blouse and then whisked it off to Ron at Johnson's for some spa time.
My afternoon was filled with the sunshine of meeting Anna from Quiltmom's Journey. She is a delightfully wise lady who was as generous with dispensing hope as she was with sharing her scrap stash. I offered her a fabric trade about a month ago and she came through above and beyond what I expected. My mom and I squealed our way through the sack of scraps that Anna gifted me with. Check out these treasures!
I love the swirls and I squee'd especially loudly over the orange with pink suns.
Blueberries! My favorite fruit. These blues already have a specific purpose.
And without my sewing machine this week, I'm going to be sorting, cutting, and stacking. Sounds like fun.....I miss my machine already.