Busting my buttons

My Zizza is well on her way. During one of our fabric shopping trips while we were in Utah she picked out the fabrics for this skirt. There was one like it on display in the store and, with only minimal guidance from me, she expertly browsed the fat quarters until she found the ones she liked for a skirt of her own.

 

The two of us got around to making it today. She watched while I cut the strips, then sat on my lap, lowered the presser foot and helped me guide them through the machine as I pieced them together. She also took the responsibility of clipping the threads. Truly, she would not tolerate my taking up the scissors.

 

When it was all done she put it right on, hence the mis-matched valentine t-shirt.
She'll be doing it all without me in no time.