She died a couple of years before I took an interest in sewing. Sometimes I think wistfully of the things she could have shown me, had I gotten into it earlier. And so, I have eagerly awaited the day when I could start teaching my own girls, now 4 and 3, to sew.
That day happened a couple weeks ago, spurred on by some Disney princess flannel that arrived in a package from my mother-in-law. I drew lines and the girls cut the squares out themselves. My 3-year-old needed a bit of help from me, but her older sister cut everything out on her own.
After I ironed over the edges, I put the pedal up on a Rubbermaid bin. My machine's pedal requires a gentle touch that she wasn't able to master, so we settled on me working the pedal while she sat on my lap and guided the fabric through on her own.
This sewing area is MUCH bigger than Babushka's. Kind of makes me a little ashamed of my sewing space lust.
When she came to a pin, she took it out and stuck it in the pincushion you see next to her - Babushka's old pincushion. Babushka never met any of my kids - or my husband - so it is nice to feel this connection.
She stitched the entire thing by herself. When she was done, little sister climbed on my lap.
She only managed about 1.5 sides before she got bored and went off to play while I finished up.