So on Saturday I took her to buy some fabric and promised her a dress. A dress all for her very own. A dress that I would whip up while she had her afternoon sleep and present to her by afternoon tea time.
But I should have learnt by now - under promise over deliver.
Would I state on my Etsy site that orders would be made by afternoon tea?!!?
I think not.
But I naively set about the task; in fairness I can normally whip up a quick dress in a couple of hours. But of course - not this time. I had no pattern and was experimenting with a new idea. After two hours of cutting and recutting, sewing and resewing I found myself with a pile of
Fern materialised from her bedroom and enquired about her dress.
I placated her with a packet of my-little-pony biscuits, a bowl of grapes and some bits of crushed ice while I contemplated what to do next.
I considered throwing the lot in the bin. My husband got home and suggested I put it away and try again later. But I knew if I put away this project it would sit in a cupboard until the end of time; there was no way I'd ever come back to it again. So I went back to the drawing board. Actually I went back to my tub of fabric bits and grabbed an old lacy pillowcase with frilly potential. I ripped it apart.
And sat at the sewing machine.
At about 8.30pm I had a dress. Ok, I didn't meet my afternoon tea deadline, but Fern was still pretty chuffed on Sunday morning when I showed her her new frock.
A bit of blue fabric. A recycled pillowcase. A little singlet. A LOT of determination.
And a dress just for my little Fern.