Big Brother (and by that I mean my oldest, not a creepy Orwellian government...) headed off to first grade today. Last year when he went off to Kindergarten, I was NOT AT ALL PREPARED for how much the girl would miss him. Sure she had teensy man, but he takes marathon naps and wasn't really even around to play with. I think I spent more time playing dollhouse and kitchen that week than the rest of my life.
So this week, first grade, I was prepared. She and I were gonna make a doll quilt. I had visions of stretching it out the whole week. I envisioned using the time after littlest man goes to sleep but before she does. It's tops an hour a day. My plan was choosing fabric, choosing a block, playing on the design wall, and then finally piecing and quilting. Ha! Try telling that to a four year old. Today, in about an hour, we made a doll quilt.
And by we I mean me and her "sewing hand." Apparently she has one.
When it came to sewing, I got some major flak about the whole right sides together thing. She insisted everytime that I was doing it inside out and needed to make it "outside right." Everytime.
boys quilts, but that's it. She choose the surrounding fabric herself. The back is pieced from various purple scraps. We use a lot of purple around here.