There's the flop flop flop as the fabric cutter unrolls the fabric with the precious pattern you spent half an hour selecting. Then there's the metallic slice of the scissors as she cuts through the two layers of cloth, and the alarming permanence of her cutting.
And then there's the joy when you arrive at home and pull the fabric out again, because during the trip home, the fabric somehow got cuter.
Best of all, I think it's the fabric's very potential as it sits there and you think of all the adorable things you can make with it. Specifically, the cute dress you saw on Etsy this morning. Made from the exact same fabric. And you'll make it at a fraction of the cost. For your daughter. With love.
Tomorrow. Because today, the laundry needs to be folded, drawers and closets reorganized, and the kitchen must be mopped.
But for now, I can look forward to tomorrow morning's sewing lessons from Juanita, when she'll help me make a pillowcase dress for Little Miss Isabelle. Just like the $30 one on Etsy.
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