Our family got a new-to-us sewing machine for Christmas. 5-year-old Kristine was itching to use it and started begging to make a quilt. I said, "What kind of quilt are you going to make? Draw a pattern."
Okay, a Christmas quilt. I had some cheapy Christmas scraps to cut up for her. She laid it out and said, "It needs white stuff in between." I cut up white strips for her. I'm a little bit of perfectionist and control freak, so I stood over her and guided the fabric while she pushed the pedal. "Stop, stop, stop. Okay, go. Hey, pay attention . . . go."
After she went to bed, I started quilting it when my last needle broke. I took it as a sign . . . Kristine needed to quilt it. Deep breath, relinquish control.
She spent the next few days testing out all the fancy stitches on our new machine . . . one inch of blanket stitch, one inch of snowflakes, couple inches of zig zag, a few spots where it got stuck and she kept sewing leaving a big clump on the back.
I think she just liked pushing the buttons. I was tempted to unpick a few spots like these pucker spots, but I resisted.
I finally convinced her to straight stitch down each row of sashing just so I could get my pins back. She still wants to decorate each square, but for now I think she has lost interest. Doesn't she look proud?