Bobbins

Sunday morning saw the first stab at understanding the mysteries of the sewing machine. Lyra was an enthusiastic if unwelcome participant in the general chaos, during which some tightly controlled vocal intonation modulation skills were strongly in evidence as Eloise adopted the bovine china shop invasion strategy whereas Nicole was more a fan of the angelic fear to tread approach.

I thought it best if I made little Lyra scarce and so we visited a playground for a while while some cloth was sewn into a dress, in the end rather successfully.