It’s hard to believe October is coming to a close tonight. The time will soon drop back an hour, and we’ll crawl in bed at 6 p.m. because it will look like 9 p.m. and we’ll have to convince our minds and bodies it’s all a cruel trick. We’ll be thicker into the holiday season as we seek coziness. There is already Christmas music playing in stores, and the bells will be ringing outside shops as we enter and exit, plenty before any Thanksgiving blessings are offered.
I have to keep busy, so I’ll be sewing porch goose clothes. I recently gave a pair of the 21 inch geese with fishing outfits to my brother and sister in law to go at their lake house on the dock, and I adore this trend of dressing a goose. We don’t get a lot of people stopping by this deep in the country, so I decided a 7 inch goose would be a better fit for me. I like having it up by the sink next to the coffee pot so I can feel the morning cheer. Something about a cute goose gets the day started with a smile.
I’ve made a few outfits already by using some of the outfits I purchased to make patterns for more in different styles and colors. I enjoy naming the outfits rather than the goose. It brings back all the feels of when I was young and got a new Barbie Doll. Back in those days, they came with a little catalog-style brochure of Barbie in all different outfits, and I remember dreaming of all the outfits I wanted for my dolls. Skiing Barbie, ready for the Alpine slopes. Business Meeting Barbie, ready to pitch a campaign. Teacher Barbie, ready to write on the chalkboard and explain some math steps. I wanted them all. This goose lets ME design the clothes and bring them to life on my late mother’s Bernina.
A friend’s daughter is a first-year teacher, and I will make a few for her teacher’s desk goose, too. Here is a glimpse of my first attempt at creating goose clothing.
If you’d told me a year ago that I would find joy in dressing porch geese in retirement, I’d have laughed out loud.
But here I am, filling bobbins and stitching rick rack.
