I started out yesterday morning as just an idea and a few pattern pieces.
Then things began happening. I've been talked about for some time now, the perfect gift for a little boy named Owen. His birthday has been approaching and all of the women in this household thought I'd be the apple of Owen's eye.
If only the sewer knew what real boy trains looked like before she made my train shirt. It looks like an eighteen-wheeler truck on train tracks. She'll learn.
I finally got to meet the real Owen last night. I hope to be dragged around the house, slid in between tight spaces, and worn out with Owen adventures.