Yesterday I did a crazy thing. I ventured out with three kids in the pouring rain to the fabric store. At lunch time.
And it was a success.
Well, perhaps it wasn’t SO crazy. I did give each of the girls a peanut butter wrap before we left. And I brought plenty of cheese for them to munch on. And cups of water. We’d have gone sooner but Ben needed to eat.
I picked up the things I need for my current project and then found myself standing in front of the bins with remnants. Nothing that drew me.
And then inspiration hit: “Bella, you may pick three pieces of fabric for sewing.” Oh how her eyes lit up. She carefully considered and then grabbed eagerly at the shiniest pink she could find. And then a bold blue broadcloth and then a bright green. Later she discovered a brilliant yellow fat quarter with lovely orange spirals. I let her get that one too.
She loves to play with my fabric scraps and I love her to do so. Except that my thrifty crafty quilter nature wants to use every last little scrap of fabric. I love using the tiny bits to make intricate little squares and I find myself reluctant to part with scraps for Bella to play with. This was perfect. Now she will have bits of fabric that are all her own that she can play with while I’m sewing.
Her selections are so very, very 3-year old.
Shiny, bright colors. I can’t wait to see what she does with them.
Ironing. Of course.
Ironing. I love the innovative use of the board book.