It has long been a dream of mine that Miss P would one day find at least one crafty bone in her body. After 20 years of half finished projects I have all but given up hope. I envy mothers and daughters who do those sorts of things together but have resigned myself to the fact that it just wasn't going to be a part of our relationship. In the past when I have started to talk about my love for crafty pursuits her eyes would glaze over. That's a pretty good indicator of her level of interest don't you think?
You may recall last weekend when Miss P decided to stuff and sew a carrot. As if that wasn't crazy enough she voluntarily did a second one. At that point I almost made her do a random pee test for illicit drugs because I figured she'd gone down the Whitney Houston "Crack is Whack " road. Since an enforced urine test would probably be against her civil liberties I had to content myself with checking out her pupils. They looked normal. She didn't go crazy in the middle of stuffing a carrot and stab me in the eye with the needle. She wasn't gibbering about pink elephants. In the end I just figured it was a one off and took the (very pleasant) memory and filed it away under "Stuff I'll probably only see once in my freaking lifetime"
Miss P has been staying with us again the last few days and Saturday night I decided to go for broke and ask her when she might really rock my socks off and decide to make a quilt. Just as her eyes glazed over she made this earth shattering announcement:
"I really want to do some of that stitching stuff".
The above sentence deserves to be in HUGE letters because it's something I thought I would never hear. In fact when I did hear it I thought I was having a stroke. Within about 30 minutes she was set up with her first stitching project ever because I can move like greased lightening when it suits me and I didn't want her to have an opportunity to change her mind. I figured this would at least give me 45 minutes of happy.
And after about 3 hours of concentration this was the result...
Pretty good for someone who has never picked up a needle prior to the great carrot incident of 2011, don't you think? Better than the stitching her mother knocks out too. I don't know whether to bust with pride or kick her butt.
And then today we went shopping because she expressed a desire to buy these because sewing "is so relaxing".
And nobody was holding a gun to her head.
And while we were out she bought this kit which she is already halfway through finishing for Little P.
I guess all this proves miracles really do happen. I had to call my mother tonight to forewarn her that Miss P will probably be bringing sewing up for Easter because I didn't want the shock to kill her...
P.S. I think Miss P has her mother's sewing gene. I've heard a couple of murmured profanities when things haven't been going so well.I'm so proud.
P.P.S. I did achieve things over the weekend but this monumental news deserves it's own post.
