Sewing in Circles

Hearts for a Sweetheart

Exciting news! There's going to be a new member of the family—a baby cousin. Aunt Lulu and Uncle John don't know yet if it's going to be a boy—or a girl. Or if they do, they're not telling—so I designed a unisex onesie that will work either way. Baby clothes are so cute, don't you think? It's
hard to believe that right this minute, inside Aunt Lulu's bump, there's a tiny little person growing who is going to be wearing them someday. It's hard to believe Marcus and I were once newborns, but Dad's got the pictures to prove it. We spent a fun, but bittersweet, night looking at our baby albums.

Marcus is so lucky because he actually
remembers
things about Mom. Me, I only know her through what other people have told me. The one thing pretty much everyone's told me is that I've inherited her creativity for making clothes. What's the sewing equivalent of a “chip off the old block”?

“Hey, Zoey, do you think these buttons would look cute as decorations for a little cross-body purse?”

Zoey Webber and Allie Lovallo—a fellow fashion blogger who until recently had dated Zoey's older brother, Marcus—were browsing at their favorite store, A Stitch in Time. Even though they'd been friends before Allie and Marcus had started dating, the fact that Allie was seeing someone else and had
hurt Marcus so much caused a rift in their friendship, one that Allie was trying to mend by regularly inviting Zoey to hang out.

“Those are cute, but maybe a little big?” Zoey said. “I'd be afraid they might catch on a door handle and break or something. What about these instead?”

She pointed to some iridescent purple and blue glass buttons.

“Good point,” Allie said. “And those are fab.”

She took a few sets and put them in her shopping basket.

Zoey found small heart-shaped buttons she was thinking of using for the baby outfit she was making for her cousin-to-be.

“Those are adorable!” Allie exclaimed. “You're going to have so much fun making things for your new cousin.”

“I know,” Zoey said, grabbing plastic snaps and zippers. “I went to Peek-a-Boo to get some ideas, and everything there was just soooooo cute and teensy, like little doll's clothes.”

The two girls went to the cash register to pay
Jan, the owner of A Stitch in Time, for their fashion finds.

“I like your choices,” Jan said. “And of course, my favorite young designers get the special up-and-comer discount.”

“Thanks, Jan!” Zoey said. Jan's discounts really helped her get more for her money.

“Thanks, Jan,” Allie echoed. “Hey, Zoey, can I buy you a hot chocolate with the money I just saved?”

“Sounds yummy!” Zoey said. “But, Allie, you don't have to do that . . . .”

Allie paused. “I want to.”

“Whatever you do, enjoy!” Jan called after them as they waved good-bye. “And get extra whipped cream.”

At the nearby coffee shop, Allie and Zoey settled into two plush chairs near the front window with their mugs of hot chocolate. The girls chatted about fashions they'd seen in the latest issue of
Très Chic
, which they'd both received in the mail the previous day.

During a lull in the conversation, Allie picked at a loose thread on the chair's upholstery.

“So . . . have you ever thought about getting a booth at the Mapleton gift fair?” she asked as Zoey took a cautious sip from her still-steaming mug. “I did it last year, and it was really fun.” Allie blew on her hot chocolate to cool it. “I also sold a lot of stuff. Maybe you should apply for a booth this year!”

Zoey considered the idea. It wasn't something she'd ever thought of doing, but now that Allie mentioned it, she could see the possibilities.

“It would be kind of cool to sell directly to people for a change,” she said. Zoey had only ever sold her clothing online and to friends and neighbors—never in an actual store.

“It's also a great way to get customer feedback,” Allie said. “Even when people don't buy things, you get to see which items they pick up and look at the most.”

Zoey placed her hot chocolate on the table as she got to the question that was really worrying her about the idea. “Is it expensive to rent a booth?” she asked.

“You can pick a booth size that fits your budget when you fill out the application,” Allie replied. She went on to explain that the organizers of the gift fair asked applicants to send pictures of their work, and they tried not to accept too many vendors with the same kind of merchandise. It was a carefully curated gift fair.

“Do you think I'd have a chance with a Sew Zoey booth?” Zoey asked.

“Yes! You should apply!” Allie said. “It would be fun to do the fair together.”

“I'll definitely think about it,” Zoey said.

“Great,” Allie said. She looked down at her phone and smiled. Something about the look on her face made Zoey think it was about Oliver, the boy Allie had started seeing when she'd broken up with Marcus.

“Are you still seeing that guy?” Zoey asked.

Allie blushed and put away her phone. “Yes, we're still going out.”

Zoey decided to change the subject back to the safer topic of clothes. They spent the rest of the time talking about their current design projects.
Zoey enjoyed being able to talk to someone who understood fashion the way Allie did—so much that she was able to relax and almost forget that Allie had ever dated her brother and hurt his feelings by breaking up with him. Well, at least until Allie pulled into the driveway to drop her back home.

“So . . . how's Marcus doing these days?” Allie asked.

There was an awkward silence as Zoey tried to figure out what she should or shouldn't say. She wished they could agree to not discuss her brother if they were going to stay friends.

“He's okay,” Zoey said finally. “You know, he's . . . moving on.”

“That's good to hear,” Allie said.

Zoey really didn't want to talk about her brother with his ex-girlfriend. She'd spent enough time playing an uncomfortable intermediary between the two of them.

“Well, gotta go,” Zoey said, opening the car door to get out.

“It was good to hang out again,” Allie called
after her. “And don't forget to think about the gift fair!”

“I won't!” Zoey promised, and shut the door.

As Allie drove off, Zoey wondered how long it would take before things were 100 percent back to normal between them. She hoped it was sooner rather than later. Being in friendship limbo was really awkward.

Marcus was in the kitchen snacking on peanut butter and an apple when Zoey walked in.

“Was that Allie's car?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Zoey said, hoping he wouldn't ask any uncomfortable questions. “She wants me to apply for a booth at the gift fair.”

“Did she ask about me?”

“She asked how you were.” Zoey sighed.

“What did you say?”

“I said you were moving on,” Zoey said.

“And what did she say?” Marcus asked.

“She said ‘good,' or something like that,” Zoey said.

“That's all?”

Marcus looked disappointed that Allie hadn't
been more interested in the topic of, well, him.

“Yeah, that's all,” Zoey said. “I'm going upstairs.”

“Hey, Zo?”

Zoey stopped in the doorway and then turned back to face her brother.

“I'm glad you guys are hanging out again despite . . . you know, everything,” he said. “I know Allie's one of the few people who understands what it's like to be a fashion whiz.”

Zoey breathed a sigh of relief.

“I'm glad too,” she said. “I missed talking to her.”

“I just want you to know I'm okay with it,” Marcus said. “At least, I'm trying really hard to be all mature and grown-up and everything.”

“Thanks, Marcus,” Zoey said. “I appreciate it. I really do!”

“Enough to let me eat the last brownie, even though I've already had three?” Marcus asked with a hopeful grin.

“Wow, that's a tough call,” Zoey said. But then she smiled. “Yeah, go ahead. I'm full from the hot chocolate, anyway!”