So for some reason The Lovely Rhonda received a genuine Barbie® doll catalog not long ago. We have no idea why.
My daughter, who is 8, has never been a huge Barbie® fan. She just never was that interested in them. So you can imagine what a surprise it was when she got all excited about this one doll in particular. Of course it was a collector doll.
I’m definitely not inclined to shell out a hundred and twenty five dollars for a doll of any kind, but if I was it would have to be a hell of a doll. So when she started mooning over it I told her that that was way too much money to spend on something like this — but we certainly could make one. Regular Barbies can be had for six bucks, and how much fun would it be to make one?! She was ALL. OVER. IT.
A short while later we ended up at a craft store getting fabric for a school thing she’s doing, and we got a couple of extra fat quarters (precut hunks of cloth for quiltmaking and such) since they were on sale. She disappeared into her room and emerged some time later bearing two pieces of fabric, raggedly cut with school scissors, and asked me to sew them together to make African Barbie’s skirt.
My sewing skills are pretty limited. I can repair a stuffed animal, I can sew on a button. I can make a pre-fab felt ornament. But this was kind of outside my skill level… So I did what had to be done. I took it to Grandma.
My mother likes to sew and she makes beautiful things — mostly quilts, and pajamas, and the occasional tote bag. She hems curtains and makes other little odds and ends for her non-sewing children.
Okay, for me. I have no idea if she does it for my brother. His wife is crafty so for all I know she does her own.
Anyway, I got a package today. I had brought her some curtains I needed shortened, and also Delia’s little Barbie skirt. When I took those things to her, I told her about buying the fat quarters for Delia’s school project and lamented that we really didn’t have loose fabric laying around since neither of us sews. I told her how the girls were all interested in the material once we’d gotten it home.
So along with the curtains and the skirt, Mom sent a couple of stacks of material, tied in little bundles, for the kids to play with. There was even a little bag of odds and ends — little ribbon roses, lace, crocheted embellishments.
This is why my Mom is the best ever. Just one of the reasons. There are so many.