Edna Mode’s words would fall on deaf ears here. Small Girl was earnestly sobbing two bed-times ago about how Ken needed a cape and Ariel would like one too please. My improvised effort with a face-cloth and some twisted wool was reluctantly accepted with an agreement that we would choose material the next day and I would make a Proper Cape, “with cloth and string, Mummy”. It’s so hard to say no when her daddy is on the other side of the pond and her request is a reasonable one and fairly easily met.
So this morning’s nursery time was surprisingly happily spent with the fat quarters and ribbon bought yesterday, sewing machine, iron, radio and tape measure. Ken’s cape is pleated onto ribbon with a matching ribbon trim along the bottom edge, Ariel’s has folded stitched bias binding threaded through a channel to make a gathered cape and a stand-up collar. There goes my resolution not to make fiddly things.
It was lovely to see Small Girl’s excitement when the caped crusaders came with me to collect her from nursery. Apparently Action Man now wants a black cape too, which I’ll take as positive feedback.