It was a little chilly this weekend, but the sunshine lured us outside to work in the yard. The Husband has a new battery-powered chainsaw, and he roamed the yard, looking for stuff to cut down. I pulled weeds, turned the compost pile, picked up sticks from the yard. Around noon, I decided to tackle the back porch, which was loaded down with odds-and-ends that belong in the house, a few boxes of un-used flooring, and a thick layer of dust and cobwebs and pollen on everything. Nearly burned my vacuum clean up with sticky, cobweb-y dust.
Granddaughters #2 and #3 spent the night with us Saturday night while their parents took Granddaughter #1 and the Little Rotten Baby to view the college campus where #1 will start school this fall. (She wants to be a veterinarian.) It was late afternoon when they got here. They were stunned to see how clean the sewing room is. #3 immediately started making plans to dirty it up again. We fed them pizza, made them shower, and sent them to bed about 10 p.m. after promising to take them to a movie the next day.
Sunday morning at 6:30, I woke up with #3 breathing in my face. When I opened my eyes, she said, "Grandmama, I'm hungry." Her dad used to do the same thing at 6:30 on a weekend morning. I got up and cooked. It was nearly noon when #2, the almost-teenager, rolled out of bed.
By that time, #3 was bored. We made some bracelets, but she got bored with that, too, so I sent her outside to paint a mural on the side of my compost bin. It wasn't long before #2 joined her at the "canvas."
Of course, by that time, #3 was bored with painting and had the idea that we should make her a dress.
She picked out some fabric from the remaining stash (yes, I did keep a little bit of fabric). I'd boxed up all my sewing patterns and have been riding them around in my car for a week, intending to give them away. I hauled them back into the house and let #3 pick out a pattern. She helped me pin and cut. I sewed the bodice together and tried it on her. It was too tight for her poochy little kid belly; I will have to start over. But since movie hour was approaching, I didn't have time for that.
The sewing room table is still junked up. Kinda feels natural.
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