The kidlet has no warm clothes. I was only vaguely cognizant of this until Hannah tried to leave the house in a massive downpour, with wintery temperatures, in a damn summer dress. When I told her to put on a jersey and she sauntered out with a bolero jacket on, it was time to face up to her lack of suitable winter attire.
I tried to go shopping today. For at least something for the kidlet to wear under her summer dress. Did I mention the tantrum that ensued when I told her the dress + bolero ensemble was unacceptable for the current weather? Anyway, she didn’t speak to me for a lengthy period of time. So. Shopping. I tried. But I really couldn’t bring myself to buy the slave-labour made crap that was in the stores. And then the more pricey stores just had atrociously made clothing. I mean, $35 for a skivvy where they hadn’t even bothered to finish the garment properly?! Rude.
So sewing it is.
Problem is that in order to sew, I have to do something about my sewing room. If I was entering a glorious room like this, then I’d have no trouble at all: