Back in early summer Stephanie began sewing lessons with our family friend and camping partner Mrs. Russ. She is the grandmother of Alma and Chloe, two of our greatest friends, and I taught with her for years. Stephanie is very comfortable around her and loves learning how to sew. It is in a room full of material, pins, needles and kid friendly machines.
We picked back up the lessons with the school year and Stephanie makes me so proud I could shout. See, she comes from a long line of seamstresses. Both of her great-grandmothers, grandmothers, and even myself have threaded more than our share of needles and ripped out a few seams in our time. It is something I am so thankful she is learning. My machine would not have produced such a love and interest. She would have tossed it out the window in frustration.
It is a joy to watch my little one with so much heritage of creativeness coarsing through her to thrive on her "projects". Somedays it is a mudpie with jewels, or a design made out of strings and beads. Other days it is a pillowcase or quilt. She is a fifth generation crafty girl.