We were dressing up the baby and realised the baby doesn’t have a jacket. So we made one. Reaaaaally quickly.
We used the baby’s t-shirt to draw the pattern.
We cut it, chose a fabric and then made some magic with the sewing machine.
I was told the baby was very happy.
Let’s hope the baby doesn’t complain about having shorts and no shoes.
(It makes me happy that The Older One knows more or less how the process of making clothes happens. But more than that, it makes happy that he knows that clothes are made by someone, somewhere. They don’t just appear.)