And so we cross live to some autumn birthdays…
Lucy turned two! You might remember the little outfit I made for her last year. Corduroy again, eh? Well Lucy, get used to it. Winter is coming, and I demand that your birthday presents be practical! Up to a point. What use is a hooded cape? asked Louis. Well, I got the idea from here, and from a growing frustration in my own household that Rata’s jackets do not fit over her jerseys. Try changing a toddler’s clothes for fun. Better to sneak on an extra layer with just the flip of a button.
But then I began to doubt my enthusiasm. I got Rata to model it, and thought the necktie might be a bit tight. Or that it was digging into her chin. Here she is trying to take it off two minutes later. I gave it to Lucy for her birthday anyway, but said to her mum, Bree: ‘I’ll make a new collar for it if it doesn’t work.’
Lucy wouldn’t wear it for a few weeks, which made me doubt my genius idea even more. I had cut out several capes from the same corduroy for other girls-about-to-turn-two, but as another birthday party rolled around, and Lucy still hadn’t worn hers, I chickened out and gave Miss Sofia a windmill instead.
But lo! Lucy came to the party wearing none other than her autumn cape! She got interested in the button (which I was quite proud to match to most of the colours in the lining, it’s an old cream button with a greeny tint) and stood in the mirror for a while admiring it. And she says ‘Lotte!’ when she wears it. Ach! The cute of it!
So! After a particularly unawesome day with my own Mrs Toddlesworth, I headed back to the sewing machine for another birthday present, this time for Wilhemina. It has the same corduroy shell, lined with some pretty 70s tablecloth material. I’m trying to match the lining to each toddler, and by that I mean I’m trying to match the lining to the tastes and household decor of each toddler’s parents.
Then I had to model it myself, because Rata was fast asleep (for a change) and an adult can kind of fit it. Kind of. Whether the necktie is any more comfortable or practical is something I can agonise over while I get set for Lola’s birthday next month.