A little girl came to sewing today. She arrived like a blank slate with no clear idea of what to make. Since my twins had recently brought the quilted fairy house we made together downstairs, my student knew instantly that she wanted one too. The one Hope, Aurelle and I worked on over several days this summer had a brown hut with a door and removable green roof, felted furniture, a swing with a little flower fairy enjoying it, and a bridge that curved over a slender brook running across the middle of an oval garden. I believed I could help this girl finish the house in one class. 

She picked interesting fabrics for the inside, outside and bottom. No need to coordinate colors in her world. A maroon floral exterior, bubblegum pink interior, and an orange floor soon came together to invite any number of small folk to live safely out of the rain. Thread was another chance to include the rainbow, and she saw no reason to hold back. 

The routine was that we machine sewed all the parts together, then I pinned them at the edges. My collection has pins with heads of different sizes and shades. Then we hand sewed them. I poked in the right place, and she pulled the needle through. Each time we snuck up on a pin my little helper had a conversation with it.

"You are a Baby Yellow, and here is your Mama Yellow. You can go home now." When we no longer needed a pin she carried it back to the magnetic pin cushion. "Hello Baby Blue pin, here is your Daddy Blue pin."