My Mother is remarkably inventive and resourceful. I’d bet a week’s wages that she could make a ball gown out of burlap or a fishing pole from a flyswatter. When I told her Boz and Gracie were frozen sausages during a recent and lengthy power outage, I could hear the wheels turning. In addition to being our family’s in-house MacGyver, my mother is also a devoted animal lover– dogs in particular, Boz and Gracie very specifically.
Boz, always a sartorial slave to Saville Row, prefers a roll collar.
So yesterday when a parcel post addressed to Boz and Gracie graced my Northwest mailbox, I had a suspicion that the contents would not only warm my dogs, but also my heart. After making her own patterns, my Mom sewed up some canine couture worth barking about, tartan capes fit for a regal breed.
Gracie, at home on the couch or in the field, appreciates the flexibility of fleece.
My old farmhouse is a about as energy efficient as a gazebo with a space heater, so I keep the thermostat on 60 degrees and wear a sweater. Now thanks to Mom, all residents at Tall Clover are both warm and bespoke.
“Yeah the sweaters are nice, but are you telling me there were no dog treats in that box?”