{"id":1227,"date":"2012-12-12T10:28:01","date_gmt":"2012-12-12T18:28:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/?p=1227"},"modified":"2012-12-12T14:48:10","modified_gmt":"2012-12-12T22:48:10","slug":"suspended-in-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/?p=1227","title":{"rendered":"Suspended in time"},"content":{"rendered":"

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This is K when she was about 2. I had made this suspender dress from this\u00a0book<\/a>\u00a0and was thinking about making it again so I unearthed these images. I was then pummeled with nostalgia.\u00a0Do you see those curls? I\u00a0loved<\/em> her curls. Shortly after this photo was taken, her hair started to grow out straighter, pushing the spiral tendrils toward the bottom – business on top, party on the bottom. At age three, we cut off the last remnants of curls and I still mourn that day.<\/p>\n

Don’t get me wrong, she still has gorgeous (albeit rat’s nest-esque) hair but I felt like the loss of curls was symbolic of a major transition. From toddlerhood to little-girl-hood, maybe.<\/p>\n

We went ice skating this past weekend, something we hadn’t done in a few years. Back when she was barely out of waddling stage, she held on to me for dear life and I returned the death grip. But this time at age six, she asserted herself and didn’t want me to coddle her. She would constantly slip her hands out of mine, though she lamented loudly that she wasn’t good at ice skating and kept falling over and over. But she got up each time, screwing up her face in concentration, clinging to the side of the rink. I felt that same mourning – of a letting go.<\/p>\n

At each stage of K’s life, I think “this is the best<\/em>.” Well, except maybe when she was three-and-a-half. The terrible twos were nothing compared to the terrifying threes. Six, though, is kind of a magical age.<\/p>\n

There are many reasons I make clothes for K: the creative outlet, the sewing practice it affords me, the sheer joy of it. But mainly it makes me slow down, pay attention to how much she’s growing and changing, think about who she is and who she will become. It’s awesome.<\/p>\n

P.S. That radiator never worked so K was not in any danger. Just in case you were wondering. And those boots are rockin’, no?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

This is K when she was about 2. I had made this suspender dress from this\u00a0book\u00a0and was thinking about making it again so I unearthed these images. I was then pummeled with nostalgia.\u00a0Do you see those curls? I\u00a0loved her curls. Shortly after this photo was taken, her hair started to grow out straighter, pushing the spiral tendrils toward the bottom – business on top, party on the bottom. At age three, we cut off the last remnants of curls and I still mourn that day. Don’t get me wrong, she still has gorgeous (albeit rat’s nest-esque) hair but I felt like the loss of curls was symbolic of a major transition. From toddlerhood to little-girl-hood, maybe. We went ice skating this past weekend, something we hadn’t done in a few years. Back when she was barely out of waddling stage, she held on to me for dear life and I returned the death grip. But this time at age six, she asserted herself and didn’t want me to coddle her. She would constantly slip her hands out of mine, though she lamented loudly that she wasn’t good at ice skating and kept falling over and over. But she got up each time, screwing up her face in concentration, clinging to the side of the rink. I felt that same mourning – of a letting go. At each stage of K’s life, I think “this is the best.” Well, except maybe when she was three-and-a-half. The terrible twos were nothing compared to the terrifying threes. Six, though, is kind of a magical age. There are many reasons I make clothes for K: the creative outlet, the sewing practice it affords me, the sheer joy of it. But mainly it makes me slow down, pay attention to how much she’s growing and changing, think about who she is and who she will become. It’s awesome. P.S. That radiator never worked so K was not in any danger. Just in case you were wondering. And those boots are rockin’, no?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[9,15],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-1227","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-life","7":"category-sewing","8":"entry","9":"has-post-thumbnail"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1227","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1227"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1227\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1241,"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1227\/revisions\/1241"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1227"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1227"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1227"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}