Genes, jean skirt, skirts

The trouble with blogging is that sometimes life gets in the way and I can't find the time to blog. When that happens, a blogging backlog develops, and then you get posts like today's post. I'll start with genes and then go to skirts.

My sisters' ages are symmetrically arranged, by sheer coincidence. Sharri is two years younger than I; then Alayna is five years younger than Sharri, Adrienne is five years younger than Alayna, and Christy is two years younger than Adrienne. And unlike Todd, who can remember when his sister was teething (he would have been three at the time), I remember nothing about when Sharri was really little. So it's no great surprise that I don't remember Sharri's lunchbox.


According to Mom, Sharri had a Very Important Lunchbox. She took that lunchbox with her everywhere she went and was completely obsessed with it. Everything of any importance went into the lunchbox for safekeeping, and if the car keys were missing, Mom had to wait until Sharri was sleeping before she could look in the lunchbox to find them: you didn't mess with the lunchbox while Sharri was awake.

When Alayna was small, Sharri and I thought the lunchbox story was hilarious, and we encouraged Alayna to carry her own box around. Alayna wanted nothing to do with our plans, but there we were, following Alayna around with a lunchbox, trying to cajole her into carrying it.

Maybe the gene was passed along; recently Little has developed a fascination with shopping bags. She enjoys carrying her sketchbook and pencil, the old remote from the stereo, and whatever else she can find to put into her shopping bag. She insists on walking and dragging the bag along when we go out, which of course takes forever, but how can I say no when she's clearly so proud of herself?

So of course I had to dig out my old lunchbox today. At first she was quite intrigued with it and carried it around on a test run or two, but her little fingers aren't quite adept or strong enough to manage the latch, so back to the shopping bag she went.

Maybe in a year or two she can carry on her aunt's legacy. I'll try not to push it any more than I have already.

By the way, that little denim skirt the kiddo is wearing in the photos is one I made so she'll have something to wear with the fun tights Sharri gave her. I've been meaning to sew it for months now but only just found a nice lightweight denim I liked. Fortunately the weather is cool enough that she can still wear it before summer starts.

And speaking of skirts, Christy's skirt (from the waistband tutorial) is finished. I think it turned out well; I just hope it fits her and she likes it. I probably won't be giving a tutorial on this one; the instruction would frighten away everyone who's still left after the terror of the scalloped hem.



Pattern: my own
Fabric: this one

No more skirts from me for a while. But speaking of scalloped hems, I'm thrilled to show you someone else's skirt! Betsy followed the tutorial and made this adorable skirt for (correct me if I'm wrong, Betsy, my memory is terrible) her daughter to wear while playing golf. I love her fabric choices and that fabulous pocket with the curved hem. Thank you for sending the photos, Betsy!