It cracks me up how excited Phoebe gets when I sew for her now, considering how much she used to hate it. With a fiery passion. A really, really, fiery passion. Like, the time I made her
some pants that she wouldn't wear, or when I made her a
pillowcase with her name on it, that made her head explode with anger.
Clearly, she's over the hate, because she checked on me about every 5 minutes to see when her pjs would be finished, and almost wouldn't let me take them off to get a picture. It helps that they're Olivia -- two awesome things (pajamas and Olivia!) all rolled into one.
The pictures are crap, because it's raining today. I tried taking pictures in the living room, but they're pretty dark, and Bryan is in the process of ripping up the
carpet, so everything's a mess. Turns out we have wood floors, so while they're in pretty bad shape it's better than the disgusting smelly carpet. I wonder if the people that lived here before us were on drugs. Why would you put ugly ass maroon carpet over nice wood floors, people? Why?
Next up I need to make Charlie's Olivia pjs, and then after that? I don't know. I want to sew as much as I possibly can while I have this freakish motivation. I have some fabulous material to make the littles some jackets with
this pattern -- as soon as the pattern gets here I'm going to be all over it. Do you know how hard it is to find cute jacket patterns for kids?
Anyway, check out the picture of Phoebe, jumping for joy with her new pajamas. She's going to want to wear them for the next 3 days straight, so it's good that they're so dang adorable.