She has a box of toys at our house, with dollies, teddies, Lego, and all sorts of rattly, noisy and shaky things — the works.
But right now, the thing she seems to like best of all is my Liberty fabrics. If she goes with me into the room where I sew, she ignores all the other many and fabulous fabrics and goes straight for the Liberty, which I keep in one of those thick plastic bags, the sturdy rectangular ones, with a zip on three sides, the sort you buy bedlinen in. The one she is sitting in.
She takes the pieces out one at a time, inspects them and arranges them about her, then she drapes them over her head before returning them to the bag.
Some people reckon this is just dressing up and that she will be crazy about clothes.
But I think she might be into sewing one day (if I have anything to do with it).