Cherub's Grade 3 concert is next week, and the drama teacher decided she wanted Cherub's class to be dressed in rompers. Easy enough for 8 year old girls, completely impossible for 8 year old boys. Not only are there none for sale new or in op-shops, you can't even find a sewing pattern for them.
Cue Romper Stomper to the rescue. Drafted a pattern, knocked some up for Cherub.
Easy-peasy, as it turned out.
So in a fit of community spirit I sent out an email to the rest of the
class, saying if people wanted me to make a pair for their sons, I'd do
it if they gave me the fabric. Nine other parents gratefully accepted
the offer. Most of them managed to provide me with fabric too.
Guess what I've been doing in all my spare time, and what I'll be doing all day Sunday? (three down, 6 to go...)
(I also made this frock, which I think is the best thing I've ever sewn, although it's a bit hard to tell from this lousy self-portrait.)
I don't know who decided 8year old boys couldn't wear rompers, I think they're all going to look completely adorable in them!
PS. My house looks like the wreck of the Hesperus (isn't that a fantastic saying?) and is likely to remain so until the rompers are finished. We stage mothers have our priorities, you know.
For ANZAC Day this is so beautiful and tender
6 hours ago