I devoted yesterday evening to my final Christmas crafting project. Luckily it was an easy one. By the end of the evening, I had a stack of kid's jammies.
I make it sound so easy, don't I? Well, this is the truth of my easy project. I started about 5 o'clock. I began by tossing my failed attempt at a pair of pajama pants for Sam from the day before. Good thing I got the flannel super cheap. I redrafted a pattern. Ironed more flannel. Cut out the pieces for two pairs. Started sewing them together. Took a break for dinner (thank you, Sweetie). Finished sewing the pants. Wrestled Samuel into trying on a pair. Success! Got my sewing machine ready for the next project which involved changing the needle, the foot and the thread. Took a break to get the kids into jammies, tuck them in and sing songs. Found the pattern I had drafted for simple girl's nightgowns earlier in the week. Grabbed one of their dolls. Drafted a doll-sized version of the same nightgowns. Ironed 4 yards or so of fabric. Cut out pieces for two girl sized nightgowns and three doll sized. Started sewing. Sewed some more. Got a backache. Sewed some more. Said goodnight to Brendan. Kept sewing. Finished about 11 pm. Did a happy dance. Fell into bed.
So, my "easy" project took about five hours of solid work- not counting all the time spent planning, the three trips to the fabric store for supplies, and the time spent on the first botched pair of pajama bottoms.
Easy? Not really. Easy would have been going to Target. I should remember that next year.