"And amongst all of Rachel's other talents, she can sew too!"
That, my friends, is a conversation that I hope to overhear some day, but alas, I doubt it will ever come to pass.
Nothing brings me more angst and frustration than sewing. My pioneer heritage has somehow instilled the guilt within that as a mormon woman I must know how to sew and so I keep trying, but as the teddy bear that I made in my junior high home ec. class proves, I keep failing. ( I gave it to my brother for Christmas and a week later, all of the stitches had fallen out.)
So one can imagine the pride I am feeling right now to have tried again and perhaps not proven to be successful ( don't look too closely), but to not have failed too miserably either.
And Wa - La!...
Clara here is modeling the 4th of July outfit that I made her. Very simple pattern, but hey baby steps, right? The amazing thing about this project is that I did it all on my own, unlike my other projects in which I had someone holding my hand (literally) all the way. Yes, a pat on the back would be nice. ( I really need it if I'm ever going to attempt this again and since I bought enough fabric to make three more similar outfits, I'm really going to need the encouragment).