That’s me, with a piece of polka dot fabric on me head. My friend is laughing at my frustration over this quilt…and life in general I suppose.
This is what happens when I drink and craft. I get into the sauce, I get saucy.
Hoping to actually finish this crazy quilt today. It’s for my 11 year old, and he doesn’t “like” it.
This is why I think sewing fairly for all my children is dumb. Not all of them “like” homemade mommy style things!
So what should I do with this thing I spent over a year working on, on and off!?!?
I brought up some fabric to cut out a pair of pants for my 12-year-old son. I was disappointed and surprised to discover that I would need more fabric, as his legs have grown!
Upon further examination, I discovered that most of the pieces of fabric that I have purchased over the last 10 years to make pants for my sons are now too small to use for the 12-year-old.
Although he is petite and a very picky eater, I’m sure the 10-year-old is not far behind. That leaves the 5 -year-old boy. I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel any panic at all.
I can combine two small pieces of fabric to create a color block shirt. Colorblocking is NOT really appropriate for pants, unless you were just adding patches, or pocket facings for interest. What boys need, are pants. Boys, destroy pants, much faster, than they destroy shirts. April is the 12-year-old’s month. I would like to make him at least two pairs of pants, before the end of the month. However, at the moment, I only have one piece of fabric that is big enough to make him a pair of pants.
Don’t get me wrong. I have MUCH fabric in my basement that is long enough to make him a pair pants! Pretty pink plaids, yellow and lime green fleece, many printed tee shirt materials, velvets and minky, and flannels in lime green and orange.
None of these fabrics are appropriate for a boy who is entering grade 7 in September. I feel as though what I am experiencing,has less to do with what’s in my stash, and more to do with the sensation every mother experiences over and over again as her child grows,
My Baby Is All Grown Up! 😢<<<<
Yep. That’s my nine year old in the jock pants. I’m so pleased. He picked his pose for the pictures.
I look forward to your comments.