Poem 22

 

cut, pin, sew, un-pick

repeat 'til sewing's complete

job satisfaction

Normal-ish service resuming

After three weeks of a little sewing, a LOT of unpicking, some tears, tantrums and backache, I have finally finished the dresses and just in time. The big night is tomorrow.
I will make morning tea for the church playgroup, as I do every Wednesday, then taxi the girls to the hairdresser and to The Formal.
Most of the students will travel by limo and stay in an hotel after the event but this pair, like their brothers before them, will have to forgo all of that and I somehow doubt it is much of a loss.
It's funny isn't it? kids these days have more luxuries for their high school graduation than I had for my wedding! And don't I sound  old :)

I have more things in my diary for the next few days than I normally have in a month and when I get through all of that the stars might even align so that I can do a few things that have been rather too long on the back burner.

One down, One to go!

Biting off More than One person could Possibly Chew, Knowing it & doing it Anyway

Remember how I told you that I went shopping with the girls on Saturday?
I wanted to get them some good winter clothes, something they might wear to go to church or other semi-formal events. (I can't tell you what other events but you know, somewhere that their favoured jeans wouldn't be suitable)
There was NOTHING! No, nothing. Not at the local shopping centre, anyway. Everything was so cheap looking. Cheap looking clothes that would have produced cheap looking girls. Even the more expensive stuff looked cheap. Does no-one wear nice clothes? Do young girls all look like tramps? Was I at the wrong places? Or do I have unrealistic expectations? I just don't know.
We trawled the shops and I grew increasingly frustrated. Eventually I said to them "Let's go look at pattern books" They didn't want me to make clothes. "We'll just look" I said.
I've never been much of a sewer and it must be fourteen years since I last did anything but kids trackpants but we went in anyway.
I opened a Burda book, I always liked the Burda patterns, and found a pattern for a dress I thought I could possibly make. The girls thought they could possibly wear the dress. Miracle of miracles!
Now to buy some fabric. The Princess picked a black woollen flannel, embroidered in red. It was a very adult fabric. "Wouldn't you like something more colourful?" No, she would not like something more colourful.
Then I asked the Tomboy "What fabric do you want?"
"I don't care, I just wanna get out of here" I was inclined to agree.
"Do you want the same as your sister? do you really want to do that whole twin thing?"
"I really don't care" says my Tomboy "I just want to go"

The deal was done.
Now I have to make the dresses.
I might need to do a whole lot less blogging!