When asked what we would be up to this weekend the response included a whole lot of being at home. And that's exactly what we got up to especially since this Mama was suffering from a mild case of Friday night food poisoning. A slow Saturday filled with gentle music and a few nanna naps led to a much more productive Sunday: pastries and tea, newspaper reading, vege garden gate making ( unswung as of yet, but nonetheless ready), painting, book making, chicken cuddling, walking, climbing and scootering, chocolate cake eating, book reading, secret messages to treasure, felting, gift delivering, lasagne making and sewing....yes sewing, but not by me.
It was getting on toward early evening and Iwas just about to rustle up the white sauce for our lasagne when a sweet girl of mine requested to sew something. Um...what was that, honey? You wan't to sew something? Just a background on this scenario so you all get the full picture. The only words out of my wee one's mouth regarding sewing usually go something like this.." Not again Mum, you're always sewing, can't we do something else? " Often accompanied by some eye rolling... you get the gist. So the white sauce waited while I took a deep breath, made a mental note to self not to display any over enthusiasm and inquired what my little apprentice wanted to make. ...a bag, of course.
Miss Z cut out the fabric of her choice and helped me guide the material through the machine. I then introduced her to my personal favourite...pinking shears, to tidy up those messy freehand edges. The result was a handle-less 'bag' (Mama would call it a pouch), however Iwas reassured that bags don't require handles. And just to keep the Mama pride flowing the 'bag' was followed by a mini heart pillow, designed to be carried around in said 'bag' with a few other treasures. Gah.
