Saturday, August 12, 2017
Two of my campers are sisters, 9 and 11. The 9 year old wanted to make a quilt. She'd made a few small patchwork pieces in the after school class, but she wanted something big enough to sleep under. I said sure, thinking, "She's 9, she'll realize how much work it is and find something else to do."
Nope, not this kid. It may be a little wonky-shaped, and some of her fabric choices weren't the best -- but at 9, I would have mixed fabrics with abandon, too -- but it's a quilt, it's big enough to sleep under, and she did it in a week. I'm really proud of her!
Some of the squares got decorated with patterns from my embroidery machine, which was in use as a reward for good work. Others have pockets, or drawings, or drawstrings from a pair of PJ pants so she can practice braiding.
Her older sister, who for a year has fought the idea of hand sewing, decided she wanted to make these hand-sewn felt dolls she'd found in a book. Because she learns best by repetition, she's now made 8 of them, and she intends to sell them at the farmer's market in a few weeks. The third student didn't have a specific project in mind, and decided to join in on the entrepreneurial project by making clothes for the dolls.
And because they're kids, in addition to the sewing and inevitable eating, there was some goofing around. It's not sewing until someone falls into the box of stuffing and can't get out.