Last night as my oldest son was falling off to sleep, he said he wanted to make a bed for a stuffed dog. The dog was a perk from a summer library reading program two to three years ago. The toy rotates in and out of favor. As of late, Sparky, as my son has named her, is decidedly in favor. I said we might be able to make a dog bed the following day while his younger brother naps.
The stars aligned and my youngest son took a nap as planned. My oldest son started with a blueprint/pattern.
Fabric was chosen.
And a dog bed was sewn. Sparky, my son tells me, is quite pleased. As is he.
Hello world!
2 years ago
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