Daily Archives: October 10, 2011
So here in Central Florida it’s been raining nonstop since Friday. Personally, I love rainy days as they tend to have a calming effect on me which makes them the perfect companion to a good nap. But as a stay-at-home mom/author busy working on her next novel, I don’t have a lot of time for naps. If I lay my head down it needs to be for hours, not minutes. Unlike my husband, cat naps have never worked for me.
But rainy days mean something totally different to a child. “I’m bored. There’s nothing to do.”
“Read a book.”
“I’ve read all my books.”
Television and video games are not an option for boredom in my house. “Clean your room. Do a load of laundry.”
That’s when the whining began. Apparently, I was going to have to be more clever. “I’ll bet you can find something in your room to do. With all those toys you have? Show me how creative you can be.”
Well that was the wrong thing to my say–at least to my daughter. She hurried back with the bright idea to make a dress for her American Girl doll. “Will you help me?”
“Of course,” I replied with a smile. How can I not? It was my suggestion in the first place, right?
Oh, the projects we parents can get ourselves involved in. Sewing is really not my thing. While I’m the creative sort, I prefer writing and drawing, neither of which entails being stuck by a pin. Safety first is my motto!
But not hers. And it doesn’t seem hand-stitching is her thing, either. (Darling girl takes after her mother.) After showing her how to size and cut the skirt, turn it inside out and sew the hems, she became roiled in frustration. “I can’t do it!”
“Yes you can,” I replied patiently, though this was beginning to feel more like my rainy day project than hers. “You just need to give yourself time. You’ll get the hang of it.”
I didn’t want her to give up. While she complains I turn everything into a “lesson,” I did want this to be a learning experience in patience and tolerance and practice makes perfect. I’m a parent. We all do this with our kids. (Don’t we?)
The final product was primitive to say the least, but the fabric’s cute! But when we couldn’t get the contraption to slip on–not up her hips or over head–I decided to cut the back.
“If you cut that, you’re sewing it back together,” my daughter warned me in no uncertain terms, then crossed her arms over her chest as if to underscore the point.
I laughed. What else could I do? She’d worked so hard on this thing and here I was about to slice it in two! That’s the part you can’t see in the photo. Hmph. Guess I’ll just have to take my chances on that one, won’t I? And I proceeded to cut.
She glared and I chuckled, tickled it had come to this–as if this would release all of MY frustration over this crafty little project of hers! Besides, once back in school she’d forget the whole thing, anyway.
Wrong. American Girl was Saturday. My Twinn doll was Sunday.
Isn’t that pretty? It’s her Christmas dress. 🙂 At least I’m still smiling! It’s back to school Monday!