Thursday, July 11, 2013
Summer Sewing
About a week and a half ago, at the request of a certain little HootOwl, I began a small hiatus from the making of my grocery store felt foods (I am all done with veggies and fruits, just getting going on a meat department) to make some dresses and tops for my little ladies.
Last summer, I made Hoot a little Strawberry Shortcake sundress, and much to her dismay it no longer fits. It would fit Bug, but Hoot (who is could usually careless that her sis is getting her hand-me-downs) is having none of that. So the little Strawberry dress has been retired, put away for safekeeping, for me to pull out someday when my girl is grown and I need a reminder of last summer when she was two.
Aren't they sweet? Even though they are wearing too small dresses with hiking shoes?? LOL It doesn't look like that Strawberry dress is too bad in this picture, but the bodice was pretty tight and I had to tell her that this was her last day wearing it.
But that meant that I needed to get busy on some new dresses for both of my ladies.
My sewing machine (AKA "The Hardworking Lady") has been sewing up a storm for the last week and a half.
My girls have each gotten three dresses and a top.
And I have even made three dresses to sell.
Sewing for other people is a funny thing for me. I have actually done quite a bit of it, and still have visions of this every single time:
BAHAHAHA!!! Annnnnnnndddd you are very welcome for that little blast from the past. Poor Theo.
I have been using the money I make to finance more projects for my girls. And you know what is next in the queue? New Strawberry Shortcake dresses. :-)
Monday, July 8, 2013
Questions
My little Hoot is becoming quite the interrogator these day.
Don't get me wrong, as long as she has been talking, she has been asking questions.
LOTS of questions.
ALL day, EVERY day.
But her line of questioning has turned from a simple (albeit never ending) string of "Why?" and "How come?" into a much more thoughtful (and harder to answer) vein.
Our conversations all sound much like these ones:
Scenario #1
Hayden: Hi mom. What are you doing?
Me: Washing the dishes. What are you doing?
Hayden: Coming to ask you some questions. WHY are you doing the dishes?
Me: Because they have to get washed. It is part of cleaning up the house. They will get smelly and we will have nothing to eat off of or cook with if I don't.
Hayden: Huh. Okay. So... WHERE did we get our dishes?
Me: Um.... Bed Bath and Beyond, I think.
Hayden: Oh. Where did THEY get them?
Me: A dish factory, I suppose.
Hayden: That's cool. What kind of machines made the dishes?
Me: Big ones. I don't really know.
Hayden: Where do the big machines come from? Is there a factory machine factory? Who makes the machines in the factory machine factory? And who makes those ones?
Me: (head spinning) Uhhhhh.... (trying to distract her while making a mental note to do some research on factories.)
Scenario #2:
Hayden: Hey, Mom! Can you come here?!?
Me: Yes! What do you need?
Hayden: I need to know how babies get out of their mom's bellies. Where do they come out?
Me: (thinking to myself) Is this really happening? She is THREE!! (I answered her as honestly as I felt was appropriate for a very smart girl of three....)
And that is just a few of a zillion questions that I have been asked today, and it is only 9:20am!
"What does a pillow factory look like?"
"Do all animals go poop?
"Who made up that we have to say 'please'?"
"Why do some people have freckles?"
"Why do some men have boobies?"
"How do phones work?"
"Why do we have to use money to buy stuff?"
"Why do the dogs smell everything?"
"Is everyone a baby at the beginning?"
And it goes on and on.
It is exhausting. I feel like I never quit talking all day long because I am answering questions. But I try to answer all of them. The best that I can, anyway.
After all - you will never know anything is you never ask.
At this rate, Hoot will know everything there is to know by the time she is five. ;-)
Don't get me wrong, as long as she has been talking, she has been asking questions.
LOTS of questions.
ALL day, EVERY day.
But her line of questioning has turned from a simple (albeit never ending) string of "Why?" and "How come?" into a much more thoughtful (and harder to answer) vein.
Our conversations all sound much like these ones:
Scenario #1
Hayden: Hi mom. What are you doing?
Me: Washing the dishes. What are you doing?
Hayden: Coming to ask you some questions. WHY are you doing the dishes?
Me: Because they have to get washed. It is part of cleaning up the house. They will get smelly and we will have nothing to eat off of or cook with if I don't.
Hayden: Huh. Okay. So... WHERE did we get our dishes?
Me: Um.... Bed Bath and Beyond, I think.
Hayden: Oh. Where did THEY get them?
Me: A dish factory, I suppose.
Hayden: That's cool. What kind of machines made the dishes?
Me: Big ones. I don't really know.
Hayden: Where do the big machines come from? Is there a factory machine factory? Who makes the machines in the factory machine factory? And who makes those ones?
Me: (head spinning) Uhhhhh.... (trying to distract her while making a mental note to do some research on factories.)
Scenario #2:
Hayden: Hey, Mom! Can you come here?!?
Me: Yes! What do you need?
Hayden: I need to know how babies get out of their mom's bellies. Where do they come out?
Me: (thinking to myself) Is this really happening? She is THREE!! (I answered her as honestly as I felt was appropriate for a very smart girl of three....)
And that is just a few of a zillion questions that I have been asked today, and it is only 9:20am!
"What does a pillow factory look like?"
"Do all animals go poop?
"Who made up that we have to say 'please'?"
"Why do some people have freckles?"
"Why do some men have boobies?"
"How do phones work?"
"Why do we have to use money to buy stuff?"
"Why do the dogs smell everything?"
"Is everyone a baby at the beginning?"
And it goes on and on.
It is exhausting. I feel like I never quit talking all day long because I am answering questions. But I try to answer all of them. The best that I can, anyway.
After all - you will never know anything is you never ask.
At this rate, Hoot will know everything there is to know by the time she is five. ;-)
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