When I was a little girl, my mom made many of my clothes. She stitched up prim Victorian dresses in blue velvet for school picture day, and hemmed crisp new Easter frocks with mere moments to spare before it was time to meet my cousins for Easter mass.
So there was no question, that when I became a mom, I was going to make clothes for my child. Last week, one month before Elodie’s third birthday, I made her her first hand-sewn-by-mom dress. Sometimes it just takes us a while to get around to these things.
The fun started at the fabric store. We’re lucky to have a fantastic shop called Stonemountain & Daughter a short walk from our home in Berkeley, California. It’s stocked with a magnificent selection of cotton calicos and batiks, silks, satins, ruffled bolts, and yards upon yards of animal prints, children’s prints, vintage prints, and designs from places like Japan and Africa. We can spend hours in this place, and they even have a little play area with a dollhouse and some toy shopping carts for kids.
After taking a break from arranging tiny beds in tiny rooms, Elodie picked out a goldfish print. “Poisson rouge!” She exclaimed, making use of one of the handful of French words she picked up from our time in Paris. So we purchase a yard, took it home, washed it, ironed it, measured it, cut it up, and after a few minor mishaps, we ended up with a pretty cute little summer dress. I can’t wait to get started on the next one.
Happy Mother’s Day everyone!
Thursday was Fete de la Musique in Paris. From rock bands and marching bands to choirs and DJs, music makers set up around the city. We went for a stroll around the Canal Saint Martin with our friends McLain, David, and Dayze. Here’s a little Instagram documentation of our night. Can you spot Rama dancing?
