I Made a Dress7:30 AM
A happy dress.
A twirly swirly dress.
I learned something while making my happy twirly swirly dress.
(Hello, freezing cold Resurrection Sunday.)
I learned that the most essential tool in dressmaking is the seam ripper.
And also that asking Bethany to help is a bad idea.
It makes her laugh far too easily.
"BETHANY! I PUT THE THING TOGETHER WRONG!"
She finds my inability to read dress patterns as amusing as my taste in pictures. Like so.
Bailey making a dress? That's one small step for her, one giant leap for womankind.
It was pretty exciting.
My Marine finds it upsetting that it brings the '40's swing everywhere it twirls.
But I don't care too much.
My pig-tailed, happy-go-lucky, newly fourteen-year-old photographer.
Your patience paid off.
I love you, Bethany.
She loves me too.
And even though we love each other, we're actually holding onto each other for dear life. The dog, you know.
2 girls + 1 seam ripper + 1 mother + 9 months = 1 happy dress