Liberty came home from co-op Tuesday with an assignment for her WW1 class. She has a report to write on a historic figure and needs a visual aid to go with it.
A printed picture surely will not do. She wants a costume to wear.
I wasn’t convinced. Me, sew a costume to be worn once? Dying to! Ugh.
She decided the dress she made earlier this year would work. Now she just needed an apron and arm band. But… We couldn’t find a pattern. We just had a photo.
I looked at my 13 year old daughter and saw the years flying past and suddenly it’s not just $7 of fabric and an afternoon spent sewing. It’s my daughter’s heart, her desires, and an investment in her. She never asks for much. It now looked like no big deal – and yet, a very big deal.
So we spent an afternoon creating an apron fit for a nurse. May I present, Edith Cavell, Liberty Skye style.
Chores sat still and supper was canned soup, but she has her costume. May I always see the opportunities in front of me as such, and not an inconvenient draw on the time I planned for other things.