I suppose you could call it an adventure in Easter dress making. It was just one little direction that threw me off, the one that said, "Cut here for top." It could've been the fatigue after a full weekend, but something made me read that pattern note as "Cut here for top of skirt." So I cut and after I made that cut I just couldn't stop thinking, the whole time I worked that pattern, "Why is this dress so very short?"
I finished late Sunday night, stood there scratching my head wondering why. I mentioned it to Katie - how I just didn't think it'd be long enough for Ella. Surely it'd only hit her mid-thigh, right? We stood there for a moment and then I declared, "Well, if it's too short she can just wear it as a top."
That's when it hit me. "Cut here for top."
Ah yes, of course.
That's what comes from crafting under the influence of fatigue - you read the simplest of directions and extrapolate some kind of crazy meaning, one that takes you to unexpected places. No matter. That little mistake made for an adorable little spring top - one that Ella actually needed (even if I didn't have time to sew one this week, ahem).
By late Monday night I'd finished Ella's dress, this one just the right length. With one dress down and one more to go (in a coordinating blue for Sophie), my mind's turning to all those baskets ready to be filled and the big family meal we'll be hosting over here on Sunday and all the good things that come with the biggest feast of our year. Oh yes, and tonight, the full paschal moon. Good days, these.