Time was lost track of, days of the week mixed up.
Fabric stores were sold out of inexpensive Halloween materials.
One crafty Mama with limited, self-taught sewing skills had ambitions of being Martha Stewart-ish.
Procrastination ruled the day.
And deadlines were fast approaching.
then...
The Singer was pulled out of its box.
Bobbins were wound. Needles were threaded.
Fabric was unfurled and pinned and cut.
Patterns and instructions were puzzled over. ("What do these words even mean?!")
Problems were troubleshooted, and mistakes averted.
Seams were
basted, trims were
top-stitched, and
interfacing was put into place.
Measurements were taken, fingers pricked by needles.
Miracles happened.
Sighs of relief were breathed that the final result
didn't end up looking like a starry potato sac (as had been feared).
...and...
One most exceptionally adorable girl's Halloween wish
of being a
"wittle witch" came true.