So, while I am on hiatus from writing – I am between projects and planning the marketing of my two novels – I have been spending alot of time helping with school projects.
Alex has her demonstration project for their Forensics Meet due tomorrow (a Forensics Meet is a competition of oral readings, memorization, demonstrations, speeches, spelling bees, etc. – unfortunately not actually crime forensics or I am pretty sure I’d be raising the next Abbey Shuto!). She decided to do her project on sewing a pillow.
She didn’t do half bad! And, other than threading the bobbin and sewing machine and needing a little help sewing it closed she did it all herself.
She’s turning out be a great little seamstress. (Not sewer…I hate that term. To me it’s not S-E-W-E-R, a person who sews. It is S-E-W-E-R, a series of pipes and tunnels that takes yucky stuff out of our houses and is the place where large rats and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles live.)
And even better, I taught her. Which is amazing. I can sew but not that great – and certainly not great enough to teach someone. Maybe she is taking secret classes from Grandma, who is a phenominal seamstress?