I asked my grandchildren this week to pick out two favorite fabrics from my fabric stash so that I could make them both bucket hats. I want to add bucket hats to our shop, but I also wanted to test out the pattern and perfect my skill prior to making hats for the shop.
Both of them chose a Toy Story print for one side and a different Paw Patrol print for the reverse side. I thought this was perfect because if they wanted to look alike, they could, but Mom and Dad would still be able to tell whose hat belonged to whom.
As I was sewing Miss Rose’s hat, she was watching me intently. In fact, both she and her brother were watching and asking, “Is it done yet? Is it done? Are you going to be done?” I managed to shoo Kole away, but Rose was persistent about staying right there next to me while I was sewing. Out of both hats, her hat was the one that I was the least impressed with, but it had nothing to do with the pattern. It was her. As I tried to put the last of the top stitching on the brim of the hat, she started crying, “No! No!”
I was concerned and stopped the sewing machine and looked at her, and she suddenly was smiling and wiping away tears.
I shrugged and started to sew again.
More screaming and crying.
I stopped.
She stopped.
Finally I looked at her and said, “Are you okay?”
She smiled and said, “My hat is finished?”
I shook my head and replied, “Almost.” I started sewing again.
This time, she screamed and grabbed at my arm, “Stop! You hurting Buzz and Woody!”
Y’all, she thought I was hurting the actual characters when I was sewing. It was then that I realized I hadn’t sewn anything around her with characters on it and because this was the topstitching, I had the fabric face up and she could see the characters as the needle and thread were plunging through their bodies. I had to rush through and finish to give this child her hat. I’m just thankful that it wasn’t Doc McStuffins. She probably would have fainted.
