This morning I went downstairs to my sewing room and started cheerfully cutting and pinning and sewing Easter dresses. (I know what you are thinking, and no. Anything before the night before is not procrastinating in my world...) I whipped together the first bodice in under an hour and thought about how my post tonight would be a couple of cute pictures of the girls in their new dresses. Then I started on the sleeves. Fast forward to lunch time and I have now spent over two hours constructing fully lined petal sleeves with a contrast piping on the edge. I make lunch, and think, "Well... at least I'll get Lila's dress done and get a start on Evie's..." I then spent the next three hours sewing, unpicking, cutting, pinning, sewing and unpicking those same damn sleeves. Epic fail. (Okay, maybe epic is a tad dramatic. But a fail all the same.) We left to pick up Jake from school and ran to JoAnn's to get buttons for the dresses. Of course we had to go back to the house twice, once to get the fabric to match them to, and once to get my purse. I was pretty flustered by this point. After threatening my children with dire consequences if the words "can we get" came out of any of their mouths, we survived the trip to the store and rushed home where I cut out new sleeves and threw the other ones in the garbage. I sewed the arm band onto one sleeve and then conceded to the fact that my sewing karma was severely out of whack and decided to call it a day. Why am I sharing this? Two reasons: 1) Some people (cough...cough...Lynnett...) have said that I never make sewing mistakes. This is obviously not true, I just usually share the successes rather than the failures. 2) As this is literally all I did today, I really have nothing else to blog about.
Christmas Boot Camp 2012
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2 comments:
I'm glad you shared this because I'm pretty sure Lynnett and I were of one mind. :) And I like your thought:
I am also going to work harder to remember that if my biggest trial in the day is that my children love me so much they want to be with me all the time, I should shut up and count my blessings.
I need to remember that myself.
That's kind of how my sewing always goes. Way to persevere! And, for the record, I've never snapped at my kids :) I need to be more grateful, too.
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