FIDM
When Amie (pronounced Ah-mee, meaning grandma) visited this summer, she and Savannah made a skirt for Arwen. Using some fabric that never quite became curtains in our house in Connecticut, they sewed a piece of elastic in by hand, and the bottom hem of the curtain became the bottom hem of the skirt.
Savannah wants to be a fashion designer. One of her babysitters told her about a school in San Francisco, and she wants to go. You can’t hold 9 year olds to their dreams, (I wanted to be a detective when I was little. Of course, Savannah says, “Maybe you still can.”) but I encouraged it, saying, “Yay! I could come into the City, and we could go shopping together.” which is probably the best encouragement a girl could hear.
She just needs a sewing machine. Mine died several years ago in Connecticut. Savannah sits in the floor, like I did at 16. She lays out hand-me-down fabric from me. By hand, she sews clothes for her American Girl dolls.
