Poor Daddy . . . He Doesn't Know How to Sew
Little Miss is starting her first ever dance class in a few weeks (ballet and tap!) and so we went on a quest the other day for a leotard and some ballet tights.
Sidebar: Do you know how hard it is to find just a plain pink leotard with no bedazzlement on it?
Anyway, so we also swung by Hobby Lobby to pick up a few odds and ends I needed to finish up a project I'm working on. As I tend to do when I go to the good ole Lob, I stopped by their clearance wall.
And then I saw this gal:
So, back to the Lob.
She squealed with delight when she saw the sewing machine. I kinda did too. It's got a cute little sewing box included with some little thread spools, (as it turns out a most worthless) pair of scissors, a little measuring tape, and a needle threader. It's made for kids who are at least 6 years old (so not really for a toddler), but I figured I'd be with her supervising so I kind of ignored that whole idea. There's a little needle guard on it anyway so that little fingers can't get pinched or sewn through anyway.
As I try not to, but sometimes end up doing, this little outing spilled over into LM's naptime. (Yes she's 3 1/2 and still takes a very healthy nap daily - - which is AWESOME). She was at the point where even she was saying to me that she needed a nap. (SO much better when it's their idea, right?)
But she was torn. Because she REALLY wanted to try that sewing machine as soon as we got home. I told her we'd wait til after naptime when Daddy was home so that he could be with Kee-ku and we could get down to sewing business. She was amenable to all this.
She can be a crabster when she wakes up from her nap, but at first when she woke up she seemed ok. She didn't get more than 2 steps down towards the living room before announcing, "OK! I've had my nap. Now let's get my SEWING MACHINE!"
:)
Mr. Skooks was home by this point so we were all systems go. Except that LM got it in her head that she was going to sew with Daddy.
?!
I gently told her that Daddy actually didn't know how to sew and that's when the tears came.
SOBBING.
"YES HE DOES! HE DOES USE THE SEWING MACHINE! I'M GOING TO SEW WITH MY DADDY!"
So Mr. Skooks had to tell her that no, actually he doesn't know how to use the sewing machine.
It was at this point she turned to me, tears welling up in her eyes and said:
"Poor Daddy . . . . he doesn't know how to sew."
Oh my. Poor Daddy indeed. ;)

P.S. We did end up sewing together for awhile after this whole sobbing episode and she really got a kick out of it. We just sewed lines down some scrap fabric together which she really liked. When her grandparents came over the other day she showed it to them and demonstrated how it worked. After every few stitches she would turn to look at them with this goofy perma-grin. LOL. Priceless.
What can I say? She comes by it honestly. Read more...




















