My daughter, Emily, asked to be a Ballerina for her third birthday.
Two sticks and a ball of wool and I’m fine, but a sewing machine? The very though frightens me. The last time I tried to use my rather dated 80s monster I managed to sew through my finger, so, this time I approached it with caution.
Fabric gathered and pieces cut, pattern dancing in my head, I got to work. I have no idea how to adjust the tension for different fabric weights and tend to simply fiddle until it works. About an hour later I had a string of leaves and petals on a slightly heavier fabric.
A folded ribbon was added at the waist, the seams stitched and elastic threaded through the waistband. Hurray, a tutu!
Wait… I forgot to measure her waist! A sly fitting while she sleeps and phew – it fits! I mean honestly, who forgets to measure first???
I made flowers from several circles of the fabric remnants gathered in the middle and topped with the little ribbon flowers you get from markets. Then added a few strands of Louisa Harding’s ribbon yarn with little bells threaded on.
I’m not going to lie; it wasn’t a piece of cake, but I braved the sewing machine battle and won! I would love to do a little crash course on sewing machines, even if only to be able to use the hand Singer I rescued from the skip. But for now, I think I will stay with my sticks and string!