My daughter and her boyfriend and I went out to eat this afternoon. On our way back home, I wanted to stop off at the fabric store to get the fabric I needed to make my older daughter’s sleep pants. While we were there, daughter’s boyfriend brings me a bolt of camouflage fleece and wants to know if I can make a blanket for him to take hunting with him. Some discussion about size later, he bought the yardage, and I have to make him a blanket. It will NOT be a quilt!
I did get the yardage I needed for my daughter’s sleep pants.
That daughter has recently moved to Alaska. From Virginia. And she has a dog. A tiny, tiny dog. (toy rat terrier) Who hates being cold. So I thought I would also make him something for this winter. And I thought I would make it out of the same material I’m making her sleep pants out of. They can match! They can take a picture, and send it to me, and I will most definitely post it on awkward family photos! Seriously, though, I have to do SOMETHING with that extra yardage I have of that fabric, right?
So, after a bit of sewing this evening, I began to feel overconfident in my ability because this is my third time making this pattern. I know what I’m doing, right? I don’t need to pay that much attention.
Turn the waistband, hem the pant legs, thread through the elastic and the drawstring, and
Tomorrow I think I will work on a dress for my granddaughter.