not to be

Well shite. I had to decline a beach trip with friends today because this week I’ve had twenty bucks each day for food etc. (the drought ends tomorrow, on payday/grocery money day). But seriously? I could have used the time out of the house. Especially after this morning when my husband inadvertently (but sort of passive aggressively) woke me early this AM and I couldn’t return to Slumbertown (Population: 4 with the two kids and the two kittens all piled up in bed next to me!). Oh AND of course I’m not drinking coffee which is like the world’s most accessible and quick-acting happy-drug so I kind of slumped around for a while.

But upon reflection I will stop complaining. Wonderful small things were afoot today. The weather was lovely, warm and a little sun peeping out here and there. In the morning while the kids slept I walked down to my mom’s and got that coffee after all. She served me a caffeinated version so soon I was talking even faster than normal – whee! I came home and the kids were still asleep. So I did the dishes and prepared a little breakfast and made some sewing headway (more in a bit) then finished the laundry (which I compulsively have near-done at any given moment). After they woke up the children were lovely, eating breakfast and feeding chickens and brushing hair and teeth running about here and there and outside in their underwear and drawing and reading and hauling our kittens about.  At 2 PM Nels went off to my mother’s to plant corn:


OK, so?  Sometimes in my young son I can see the man he’s going to be. And it makes me cry.

Sewing?  Well, good news and bad news. I completed a linen dress with near-perfection in finishing technique:

Lining to Zipper

& yet sadly, in altering the pattern to fit my daughter the thing ended up with a horrid shape. I refuse to even post pictures of the finished garment. Sadly, my daughter grabbed it up and slipped it on and insisted she liked it. I begged her to at least wear her sweater over the dress if she had to wear it. I do not want this weak sauce garment representing my canon of (usual) awesomeness.

She refused.

On the positive side of all things krafty, cutting and marking and interfacing proceeds promisingly for my vintage Vogue pattern, a little tiered dress I ordered from Etsy. This dress was chosen because it was the smallest size in our recently-ordered batch of four (it seems vintage children’s patterns have larger sizes than today’s) and, more importantly, a garment that can be made from fabrics in my meager stash:
Vogue Tiered Dress, Fabrics

I have more things to say about this pattern soon; it is almost sixty years old and pretty fabulous and different!

Now seriously? I have to get in a hot bath with my daughter, then into my PJs and an ice cold beer – and then I have to hold kittens. All night. They really and truly need so much holding. So, <deep sigh!>, someone’s gotta do it.
Kitten Contemplation

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