Summer, music and sewing. Perfect.

Can you believe we're already 2 1/2 weeks into summer, it's going so fast.

K went to Orchestra Camp the first full week.  She had a wonderful time, playing some really cool music and having the bass teacher all to herself.  She was the only bass at the whole camp, about 200 kids, so he just followed her around.  Luckily, he is a wonderful young man, always smiling and a wonderful teacher, so she loved every minute.  And she got to hang with the percussion crew, cause the bass is kinda percussion too, (in a just string orchestra the bass sets the tempo and the tone.  The conductor is forever yelling "Follow the bass!!!!"  When she gets off, they all go with her, it's really kinda funny to hear, but only at rehearsal.)  K's fingers were red and blistered by the end, but she loved it and can't wait till band camp in July.  Did I mention the purple Fedora.  It's a band/orchestra geek thing.  Not sure she's ever taking it off.

Last week K was sick so we just hung out at home and did a bit of sewing.  We finished out handkerchief skirts, which we have been wearing ever since.  I followed Cyndee Kromminga tutorial on eHow.  Super easy.  We made ours drop waists, just cause.  K's is almost square and mine is a rectangle. Very fun.



They are very twirly.

We are going to make more, but first we have to finish a super secret project for our friend Mr. D.  Wibbly wobbly timey wimey!

Last Day of School!!!

And we are crafting!!!! K made these stained glass note cards to use as thank you notes for her teacher gifts.










And she made two crosses for her homeroom teacher, Mr. S who is leaving this year.




K came up with the idea and the design, and Mr. Man and I helped her assembly line the cards. She really doesn't need our help anymore, but I'm glad she likes our company.

We took last day of school pictures today, same spot as the day she started kindergarten. Tiny K then



And now



Her backpack was bigger than she was, and weighted more.  And now I'm off to watch her step up to 8th grade.  *sniff* Crying already.


Post script:  I'm back, school is over.


The 7th grade class steps up at mass on the last day.  The seventh grade teacher was asked if his class was ready, he said yes and they crossed the isle to take their new place as 8th graders.  I cried.  K said she teared up too.  The 8th grade teacher, Mrs. C, immediately started whipping them into shape, no more slouching and daydreaming for them.  Stand up straight, sing loud, pay attention!  It is just funny to watch.


Summer is here.  Life is good.