Gifties!

It was Mr. P's birthday, so I made him a chocolate pie. Yum! And lucky me that he was born.


Meanwhile, here are the things I have learned this holiday season:

1. The reason why the word satin is only one letter away from Satan is that satin is of the devil.
2. Glitter? Also of the devil.
3. Pretty much anything in the fabric store your five year old niece would think was awesome? Of. The. Devil.
   

Mr. P came home last night and was alarmed at the glitter covering the cat. He noted that the house looked like a five year old had exploded.


Satin, I have now discovered, is a complete PitA to work with. IT SLIDES. It's slippery. EVEN WHEN PINNED.


On the upside, the only thing left is to get the zipper in. Attached to the slippery satin and glittering overskirt. But almost done. To my eye it looks huge. I used the size five pattern, so it should be her size. Except when I hold it up it looks like it should be for a twelve year old. Maybe she'll still be into princesses when she's twelve?