She's over the moon
I just love how She unabashedly lies on the Small Bumpy Pillow, arms and legs flung wide, not afraid to take up space, her space.
She insisted I sew her an apron, ‘a turtle is earth and water bound,’ she explained, ‘a cape is for flying and I’m not about to take to the skies any time soon, young lady.’
I think the fabric for her apron comes from one I once made for myself, with several prints on it, some even home-made, but I can’t be sure. As with so many memories, things get muddled and so I lose track of what I did and why. I forget too why I cut it up, as I rather like wearing an apron these days, another something to do with aging….
She adores the big blue star and murmured approval as I sewed on the red-and-white binding. When I suggested we add a pocket, we went rummaging together in the snippet basket, which I overturned to make life easier;-)
I had something else in mind, but as soon as She spotted the moon, she decided this is what she wanted. A half moon pocket, which is in fact a full one as the other half is still there, folded away on the inside. To give it that final je ne sais quoi I found the turtle bead whilst rearranging stuff on the porch yesterday!
‘Oh I like that’, She cooed, grabbing it quickly from my hand and tying it into the back knot. 'Perfect,' she remarks, eyeing herself as she twists and turns in front of the mirror.