The Infamous T-Shirt Quilt required a lot of hours at my sewing machine. It was just a matter of time before my creative son would once again be drawn to it. Emphasis on “machine”.
He had already learned to use my sewing machine in fifth grade. His teacher had assigned a project where the students could build a model of a bridge or sew a carrying bag. I believe that she thought that the bridges would appeal to the boys and the bags would appeal to the girls. In fact, it was quite the opposite. But that is another story for another day.
There were quite a number of squares left over from the quilt project. My son decided he wanted to make his sister a pillow to go with her quilt. He carefully selected the squares he wanted to use and painstakingly layed them out. With just a bit of guidance he quickly remembered the skills from his earlier project and soon had all the squares sewn together. He did ask me for help with ironing the seams. For some reason he didn’t find the iron as alluring as the sewing machine. Perhaps because it was missing that all important word, “machine”?
It wasn’t long before he had it all sewn together, turned and ready to stuff. That was probably the most painful part. We didn’t have a pillow form but we did have quite a bit of batting left. Before he could stuff the pillow, he had to take the time to shred and refluff the batting — an annoying delay in his mind.
Having fulfilled his creative needs and now out of patience, he appealed to me to complete the final step. I obliged him and sewed the opening closed. Again, I think it had more to do with the lack of the word “machine” when it came to “needle” and “thread”. Still, he had done nearly all the work.
And it was exhausting!
It was a very proud little brother that presented his sister with his labor of love on Christmas morning.
They really DO love each other!