Last weekend I was busily sewing a farmgirl dress for baby Wendy-our soon-to-be-born grandgirl, when Abby came for a visit.
My husband has a tradition of giving all the grandgirls rubber boots when they are born-he even wrote a poem to go with them-I forgot to copy it but it ended like this-
"...remember your roots
and when you come to Pawpaws house
always bring your boots."
As I was showing the dress to her mom and mine,Abby protested,quite upset, that the dress was NOT pretty and it was not for Baby Wendy!
Clearly a jealousy issue- so as any good granny would do , I asked her if she would like me to make her a dress. She turned her head sharply and a smile leapt onto her face,"For me? A dress for me? Can you do it now?"
We went right up to the sewing room and Abby started choosing fabric-and tossing all of it on the floor!!! I discreetly led her to the piece I had in mind and what do ya know-she chose it!!!
Ya don't get to be 51 without learning a few things!!
She helped pin and sew on the machine and in an hour she had her very own farmgirl dress!
I toold her it was a MOO MOO cause it had cows all over it!:0