Yes, it’s finally happened.  I have a new little one at our house.  A whopping 11 pounds, and cute as a button.  She doesn’t seem to need much attention.  She just lies in her little black cradle, patiently waiting for someone to need her.  And she doesn’t cry, but rather purrs so sweetly when you push the right button.  I’m simply ga-ga.  And here she is:

And her full name is Sewphie Agnes Singer, but she will be known as Sewphie for short.  I have been pining for one of these babies for quite some time, partly because of the fun of having one, but mostly because of the strong connection I feel to my two grandmothers, both long deceased.  One was a quilter/crocheter/crafter/Scrabble player; the other was a seamstress/accomplished knitter/fisher-woman/hunter, and they both have had a strong influence on me.  And my grandmothers’ names?  Jeannette Sophie and Ida Sophie.  So you see, my new little girl had to be named Sewphie in their honor.  I only wish my grandmothers were still here so I could share Sewphie’s arrival with them. 

Oh, the Agnes part?  Agnes was the original owner mother of this little baby, and although I don’t know anything more about Agnes than her name, I would like to honor her as well for taking such wonderful care of Sewphie, for she certainly has been loved and well tended to.

Welcome home, Sewphie!

Sue