If I were a poet or songwriter I’d try to write something about my love for Oregon forests and being in them with children. Growing up in Utah, we did a lot of camping. One of my favorite memories involved scrambling to get dressed in the cold morning air to get outside where my Dad had hot cocoa waiting. My brothers and I would stay in our sleeping bags until he announced it was ready, then we’d all jump up, pull our long-johns off, shudder at the cold on our bare skin and get our jeans and sweaters on. Then out the door to warm ourselves up with a nice cup of hot cocoa by the early morning fire.
I still enjoyed camping as a single girl, especially after moving to Oregon and then when I was married and before children. But it’s since having children that it’s become important to me. I really feel cheated if we can’t get at least three trips in each summer. We’re off to a pretty good start this year.
I may not be handy with a verse, but I can take lots of pictures to share.
I have a problem. My girl doesn’t like to wear the clothes I sew for her.
Possible reasons for this are: 1. They aren’t fancy enough. (She once asked me to make them “prettier.”) 2. It’s a power play. Because she knows how much I want her to love them, she takes delight in denying me this. 3. She simply wants to express herself by choosing her own crazy ensembles.
Any combination of the above reasons are certainly at play on a given day. My strategy is ever evolving: I have tried playing it cool, acting like I don’t care if she likes them or not. I thought I really had her when I suggested we give them away to a friend of hers. But jealousy did not rear it’s head and my position was weakened when she calmly agreed that Eliza would probably like that. My desperation is such that I have even resorted to bribery. The modeling of a certain dress, which she appeared to do with great enthusiasm, actually required the promise of a tootsie-pop for us to get through the photo shoot.
I have considered taking my projects undercover and boosting their appeal by telling her I bought them or that they’re hand-me-downs from one of the many “big girls” she admires. Before resorting to this approach I thought I’d take a more seductive (not to mention more honest) tact and appeal to her requests that they be “prettier.” The dress above shows my interpretation of this. I chose a fabric in her favorite color and gave it some details I know she likes: bows. The pattern is from this book. It’s a pretty good one—although I had to
adjust the size of the armholes a lot. They were huge, even at the
smallest size. It’s a simple, versatile pattern and could lend itself to many variations. I gave this skirt a more A-line shape, for example.
The verdict? I tried to contain my pleasure when she agreed to wear it on the 4th.