Confessions of a Grandma

Probably no one had a doubt that I would indeed buy the American Girl doll for my grand daughter. I couldn't resist taking her out of the box and playing dress up with some of the clothes I had made. The story on Julie is that she is a San Francisco girl growing up in the hippie era. I actually visited Haight Ashbury the year after the infamous summer of love. There was really not much to see except shops and vendors. Such is the story of my life--a day late and a dollar short, always.

I am done with the American Girl doll clothes for a while. I have a couple of patterns that I bought, but I have been adapting them to get a better variety. I have learned quite a bit about patterns and alterations through this exercise. I'm sure my grand daughter will appreciate it although I do expect she'll ask why I didn't make underwear. She's like that. Between sewing and my sanding duties on the deck, I managed to tidy up my two clothes closets. Up and down here are two shots of the closet I share with Mike. He uses a very small section, but he actually has more clothes now that he is retired since his work wardrobe was entirely jeans and tee shirts. There is little call for anything fancier in the antique motorcycle business. He had to buy "normal" clothes when we started doing some travelling. Mike will have to do some wardrobe sorting himself very soon. He has lost about sixteen pounds. I've lost a whopping three. There are some thi...