I'm a heartbreaker.

Miss C. has dubbed me The Seam Ripper.

I'm every seamstress's worst nightmare. I leave a trail of ripped seams, abandoned projects and broken dreams in my wake.

And I'm stuck here in the kitchen.

Damn.

Clever girl.

Leave it to Miss C. to find a way to wrap presents without actually using tape. Personally, I think it's a nice touch.

The other gifts are definitely jealous.

Peeing in a bowl on a table...

... lends new meaning to the term "public restroom".

C'mon, man! You can do it!

Just a few more feet to the faucet.

Miss C. will never know what hit her!

Hey!

Why are we leaving Eugene? Don't you know who I am? Turn this car around right now!

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

... zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Oh, man.

This used to be the quietest river around. Who told these clowns they were welcome?

I'm outta here.

Peekaboo!

Heh.

No boring baby wipes here. Just bold colored pencils.

Let's get drawing, Miss C.

Didn't you know?

Cookies are part of a nutritious breakfast.

Don't believe me? Just ask Miss C., resident chef, nutrition expert and part-time doctor.

I never imagined life would be this good.

I'm just like every other pretend sewing machine. I left the workshop hoping for a perfect match.

I spent my journey through the mail wishing for a sweet little seamstress with a big imagination. I made my way across the U.S. dreaming of doll clothes, puffy pillows, and tiny handmade purses. I hoped, but wondered if it would ever happen to me.

What if my little girl only wanted to sew lines of stitches? What if she got bored of me? Or even worse, what if she didn't like to sew?

Then I arrived on Miss C.'s doorstep. We started with alterations, moved on to diapers and now we're working on a quilt!

Sew on, girl.