This was a blog about my adventures with Joe. Then, along came Nia. Four years later, along came Stage 3 breast cancer. Fast forward two years, and I'm now caring for my dad while he fights his own cancer battle.
I want to be able to sew things for myself and Nia. So, I'm teaching myself to sew and finding it to be one of the hardest things I've ever done. And it baffles me as to why this is the case. I mean, children can learn to sew. I follow directions, I have a logical brain. But still, I end up with things like this:
Seriously? How did that even happen?? I wish I could blame it on the machine, but I know it is all me.
I find everything about sewing hard: Measuring & cutting fabric, filling the bobbin, threading the machine (not the needle, but that thread that has to come up from the bottom), getting the speed right on the peddle, picking the right type of stitch. All of it!
But I'll get there. And last night I did complete a cute little project for Nia, a little doll swing. And I only worked on it for two hours over two days!
The fabric was some sweet corduroy from my mom's old collection, and the dowels are apple tree clippings from Granddaddy.
There are some errors, but overall I'm very pleased with it. And Nia was delighted to wake up and find it this morning. And isn't that really why I did it? I mean, I did it for the joy, not for the perfection. But I learned a lot on this project and saw myself improving as I went, so that's progress. Maybe some day I'll get to the point of sewing the things I've been eyeing here.
In the meantime, Nia is wondering if I can make a slide, too. Hmmmm.
Today was sunny and warm-ish... perfect for swimming. At the pool, Nia asked, "What friends are coming?" I felt bad telling her that it was just her and I swimming today, no friends meeting us. After that, every new mama or kid that got in the pool, Nia was right there with, "My name is Nia!" or "Watch this!" as she hopped on one leg. Made me happy and kind of broke my heart a little, too. (And I kind of wanted to kick the moms that just ignored her.)
Today Nia served up some very special mint salad. She collected the mint, washed it, and trimmed it (she's so into cutting lately!). I love watching her work. Everything she does, she does all the way.
One of my favorite things about this age is the budding imagination. This weekend, Nia decided her doll, Sophia, was having a birthday -- turning 5. So, she orchestrated a party. Sophia's closest friends came: Band (another doll) and Koala. Nia also invited Joe, Pam and I. There was a gift (3 small dolls) that Nia and I wrapped. There were paper birthday crowns all around (including Joe's birthday "laurels" -- Nia said he looked like a penquin; I have to agree! -- and Nia's own felt birthday crown [which reminds me, I need to sew a third star on there soon!). And we also made chocolate cake with olaliberry/chocolate topping. Nia and Sophia's pieces got candles and sprinkles. And a lovely time was had by all!!
When Nia and I went to Jose Park today for a picnic in the fleeting sunshine, we found the playground completely flooded. Shouldn't have been a surprise, but it was! So here are more pictures and a video of the fun Nia and Vivienne had in the mud puddle lake. By the way, it really wasn't warm enough for shorts. Nia chucked her leg warmers when she decided to go in the water.