I'm amazed all over again at adult sewing machine knowledge, when I realize all the tiny steps I have to show her. She's a willing, patient pupil, though. I confess I'm slightly terrified she's going to get a needle in her finger (it's happened to me!)
Ben was in tears yesterday because he so desperately wanted to sew while Genevieve was at school. He was not placated when I offered to hold him on my lap while I sewed new hand towels for the shop. Genevieve can barely reach the foot pedal to sew, and he's still a good head shorter than her. He's beyond sewing cards and stringing beads. . . what to do, what to do?