With kids heading back to school, sales of our popular Fresh Picked Pincushions sewing pattern always make a discernable spike, as do our apple kits. An apple for the teacher — I love the cheek of it.
The two apples above were made by Robin (Robin Bobbin on Flickr) for her daughter Sophie's preschool teachers.
I'm making a bushel of these for my kids teachers. I figure if they
don't sew, they can use them as decorations. Ones that won't shrivel and
bruise.
I don't remember counting my friends; I believed we were all friends
— except for Matt Bogwater. (I'll tell you a great school-bully story
sometime.) Were the dream catchers and bell-bottoms messing with my
young mind?
Here we are early Monday, some of us in our pjs, some of us barely
out of our pjs. After hugs & smooches for Charlotte, Elijah and I
inspected the inner-workings of the Rubiks cube while Isaac sat in on
roll-call with his giant camera flashing away.
And that Elijah up there. I can't believe how tall he is getting.
Only a meager quarter-inch to go before he reaches my height. Wasn't he
just born a few weeks ago? My, my. I'm feeling the tick-tock this week.
My feet! They are trotting along beneath me now, where they belong.
What a feat it has been to catch up on things after a couple of months
of scattered-ant-hill syndrome. I'm nearly there. Just a few more
photos for a book contribution, and one more design for my next fabric
collection (of course, it's the most complicated of the prints and might
take a week or two to finish). Then it's back on schedule. Glorious.
Perhaps
even ahead of schedule soon, as we now have an on-staff seamstress to
help bring my designs to life, moving pattern-development and
sample-making along. I tell you what, it sure takes a mighty amount of
focus to do some of my less-fun work (accounting, payroll, etc.) when
there's a flurry of sewing going on in the other room. But great! I'll
introduce you to Tamara in my next newsletter. And Nica too, my new
Studio Assistant.
So, isn't my new Marlo Bloom handbag adorable in Nicey Jane? I feel sparkly
when I'm toting a tangerine handbag around — even when wearing pjs to
the grocery store, as I tested out last night. I'm loving the vintage,
khaki button on the flower too. Nothing like a touch of ugly to pretty
up a project.
The school year is hovering. It floats over my
shoulder, just beyond sight, and teases me, "Just a few weeks more and
your little girl will be grown." Now, of course, this isn't true. But I
am taunted nevertheless.
which school to send Charlotte to. We're down to three choices — and there
are just about three weeks to decide. There's the school close to our
home — the easy option. The highly-recommended charter school — C is
near the top on the waiting list. And then a good, solid school in
Elijah's same school district — great district, but that's about all I
know on this one.
It's going to have to be a last-minute
decision, as I still have my fingers crossed on the charter school.
Perhaps my school specter will go whisper a message to the
school's administration, "Red rover, red rover, let Charlotte come
over."
