The night finally came and I had to hand over the camera bag that I’d worked so hard on. The three of us did birthday dinner (at Olive Garden, once more) and gave her presents.
Now, fifteen-year-olds can be tough customers and my daughter certainly fits that stereotype, but she really did seem to like it. She found a spot I’d forgotten to sew and didn’t notice the topstitching that was making me insane with its blatant disregard for a straight line.
It’s always a bit nerve-wracking for me to give those I love the most things that I’ve made. I’m afraid they’ll see all the mistakes and think less of me for it. I have no idea why it stresses me out, but boy, oh boy, does it! Thankfully it all went well tonight and she has a new camera bag for the camera she worked so hard to get.
Next post… a pattern review.