He'll Make An Excellent Husband Someday

For years Evan's been bugging me and bugging me to let him use the sewing machine. He's pretty crafty with a needle and thread - he sewed a Christmas ornament for me last December, and mostly completed a blanket for his teddy.

After showing him the basics of the machine, I let him at it with a scrap of flannel I'd had left over from the latest baby blanket (made with this fabric) and showed him what to do.

Now he wants to make a blanket for his bed. I have had the pieces cut for a year or so with the intention of making a quilt for him, so now all I have to do is dig them out and we're off, a slightly different version of my own summers spent sitting by my mother while she made clothes for me and my sister. When I was a little older than Evan, my mom would let me pick a pattern (something very easy) and fabric and she'd teach me, something we did pretty much every summer until I went away to school. Those sewing lessons helped pay my rent in college; I worked in the theatre department's costume shop making all kinds of stuff.

Sarah made the cutest robot pajama's for her daughter and inspired me, as she so often does. I spent the better part of today working on a pair for Evan. The top is finished and while Evan says the sleeves are "fine, Mom. They'll do," I'm not very happy with them (I couldn't get the cuffs right and ended up just hemming them and they look a little fluttery). I'll finish the bottoms tomorrow, then I'll have a pix to post.

Hell, maybe Evan will finish his own jammies and that's just fine by me.