Wardrobe of a potty-trainer

If there was one good thing about being sans computer for most of last week, I was very prolific on the sewing front. Being a masochist practical, I used the opportunity of the half-term holidays from nursery and childminder to toilet train Maia. To minimise accidents and laundry, she needed lots of skirts. And how many did she have in her wardrobe? None. So I whipped up a bunch of bubble skirts.


You might remember this fabric from my post on misfit fabrics. I've had it forever.


It very fortuitously matches her shoes. And it's reversible, to plain ol' fuchsia.


We spent so much time this week taking baby for walks. It's not embarrassing.


And another misfit fabric. As you can see from the picture, our back garden is only one fence away from Heaven.


And I bought a ridiculous amount of socks to turn into babylegs but these are the only ones she's had on. I was so overwhelmed by the crazy-ness of the socks that it didn't occur to me that they wouldn't match anything. And that it would look like she was going to a rave.


This skirt is my favourite. She wore it on our jaunt to Glasgow and earned quite a few tsks from older ladies who thought the fingers facing the other direction. I almost gave them a demonstration.


It's not reversible, but it does have a very cool polkadot lining.


And this is Jamie modelling the final skirt. For Social Services the record, it was at his request.


Cross-dressing and kissing his sister? Jerry Springer, here we come.

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