My young man is growing up. He wanted to go shopping for a hat the other day.
Dear friends came over and we thrashed our few sewing brain cells into finishing off a set of drawers and beginning my bodice. We've got a review coming up on Tuesday where we will all critique each others' Civil War re-enactment clothing to help refine our details. We are scrambling.
Fabrics that make me feel happy....
Preparing the board for cutting out the doll bed.
Look, Ma! Mattress and pillows!
And a reversible quilt!
Needed to borrow my dad's scroll saw for cutting out the head and foot boards. So headed to my folk's house and the work sheds.
I got sneaky. I decided that Michael and I do a lot of projects together, so I stepped out and sort of disappeared so these two would work on it together.
My dad is a good one to do things with, as he does them well. So you learn a lot.
A plaque that I helped my older three kids make for my dad about 20 years ago. The handsaw is missing at the top.
Working now on the scroll saw.
And I had more apples to pick. These will join the pears on my kitchen floor. Then I'm going to drive off a cliff.
They are looking pretty!
Their garden, almost put to sleep for the year. It looks Waaaaaaay better than mine.
Now ready to be sanded, glued and nailed, and painted.
And my work for the evening. These were just the last of what I could reach without climbing.
I have no idea what to tackle next.