When your teenager is always wanting something made of this fabric or that fabric that you have lying around your sewing room, you eventually give in. Even when you KNOW she probably won’t wear it once you have it made. Because it’s happened that way in the past. Even knowing, having experienced the making and the not wearing, you sigh and do it all over again.
My ‘Baby’ turns 7 today. SEVEN! I think that means she isn’t a baby anymore. When did this happen? I went from an exhausted, sleep-deprived Mom of toddlers and a baby, to an exhausted Mom of Teenagers and Pre-teens overnight. Time does not stand still.