He called last week and asked me to bring my sewing machine. Did he have some mending? No. He wanted to make his girlfriend a dress.
“Why?”
“I just do. Will you teach me?”
A hesitant, “OK”.
Friday evening, we went shopping. He found a pattern, a simple wrap dress. The fabric he fell in love with was a shiny polyester. Not a good idea for a first project, but I couldn’t sway him. We also got interfacing and thread and headed home.
Saturday, we cut and started sewing. My son is 6′ 5″. It was easier for him to sit and cut.
Even Biscuit was amazed at his progress!
And, here we have the finished dress. He was rather pleased with himself. And I cannot say that I was not proud of him. OK. I will admit that I did some of the harder parts, but it’s mostly his work. We only had two days. And, you know what? He wants to do it again!
Here’s the creek on Tuesday morning before I left. It was still very cold, but the sun was bright and there was much wind. One of the roads that I usually take had not been plowed so I had to take state routes. I probably could have taken the other road, but I didn’t want to get stuck. I’m too old and creaky.
You should have seen the look on his face when he saw her. She purrs and talks and likes to be petted. Here is a better picture of her. Just don’t look at the rest of the room. We are in the process of clearing it out.
She looks a lot like Elvis’s Mom, Hooter. We got her from the same pound when Win was three years old. She died just a few years ago. Maybe that’s why he latched on to her so quickly. He is calling her Biscuit. He said, “It just came to me. I like biscuits”. He really does. Last time I came, I brought some leftover chicken pot pie with four extra biscuits. They were gone as soon as he found them. I’m so glad he is happy with her. I wish that I had found something. I stopped at PetSmart after knitting group, but I didn’t see anything.
Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 