Well hardly. But the third try saved this dress before I was out. Once again, i picked apart the side seams and took it in. This time more the bodice than the waist.
I have learned, over many indie patterns, that I need to err on the side of too small rather than too big. Definitely riskier but it’s what the research tells me.
When zucchini overwhelms you, turn it into lasagna noodles.
All three picking sugar snap peas. Also a great shot of Gabey in his blueberry pj pants. I made those nearly three years ago – he still loves wearing them even though they’re way too short.
My favorite shorts last summer were too big this summer. At first I thought I’d just set them aside but every time I came across them I felt a bit sad at the loss. In the end, it didn’t take long to alter them – a bit of stitch-ripping during a train trip and setting in the waistband a second time reminded me how much I love sewing with cotton twill.
A little experiment the boys and their cousins did at the grandparent’s. Making fire with the sun and a magnifying glass. If you know where to look, you can see the flame.
There’s a low-hanging cherry tree in the neighborhood. Eily’s been visiting it in between service berry picking. We made muffins with the harvest.
And later that day, this happened:
Ripe raspberries, the biggest service berries, and tons of sour cherries – all from the orchard at the local high school.
I’m quite fond of these ones too.