It was a Monday morning.
(In 24 hours we would be going to DISNEYLAND)
So it's about 9am and I think... I might have some Disney fabric.
Turns out, I did. It was only 1/2 a yard so I thought I'd make her a basic top. In between preparing food, checking emails, making beds and doing dishes - it got finished.
Next up, an impromptu photo shoot (which you can see over here) especially since she tried the top on and looked all cutsie.
I went about the afternoon and evening consumed with family, you know- dinner, showers and that jazz.
I passed by the tiny bits of fabric remaining - because Lord knows any reasonable crafter will never throw out a scrap... 'I could use it someday, ya know'.
I fiddled with the bits and pieces and decided to embellish some jeans. Only problem- no jeans and it's like 9pm.
I hunted and found a pair that were growing short on her. I would be adding a ruffle anyway. I laid things out, got to work and crawled into bed about 3am.
There are a few things I would do differently next time but she looked pretty well-together. The pants ended up a bit longer than I'd like. I just thought it would be imposing of me to measure her inseam at 1am. (But hey, they'll fit her thru Summer now.)
She loved her Minnie outfit and loved to pose with her...
I always think - Oh, I'll just whip something up.
The reality is, it takes me HOURS. Maybe if I wasn't so indecisive or picky. Maybe if I was able to believe 'nobody will notice' things unfinishing. Oh well, that's just me. And truthfully, the process is what I love most.
She wore her little outfit from the moment she woke.
She was so excited and so happy and super cute.
It was worth a semi-sleepless night.
