Sally (
shiredancer) wrote2005-12-01 11:14 pm
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The Skirts!
I have no idea how this is going to work -- but here is an attempt to show off The Skirts, using this newfangled ScrapBook and Gallery stuff that I discovered here in LJ-land. So, behind the cut...
I didn't have them finished by Thanksgiving, and yes, they haunted me over the four-day holiday, just as I feared. I stayed up until midnight Sunday and Monday, catching the last fittings at rehearsals ("You! Stop. Put this on. Hold still. Thanks!) and zipping home to put in hems. I handed out all but one on Tuesday -- *one* last fitting, then went to finish the last hem on the last skirt during rehearsal -- and there was a huge *crunch* sound and my sewing machine stopped dead. I wore the poor little thing out! So I did what any good seamstress would do -- with one more yard of skirt to hem, I whipped out a needle and thread and finished it by hand, *and* in time to return it at the end of the rehearsal. Thank goodness, the sewing machine only needed some serious oiling -- because I still had Kidlet's hem to do on Wednesday night. "Oh, I see where *I* rank in your priorities!" "Honey, I can finish yours at 2 a.m. if I have to. But the others had to get to the girls."
So tonight they carolled at a downtown event full of lights and poinsettias and Santa and lots and lots of music, and I must say I was *enormously* proud of those skirts. And for the first time in almost four weeks, when we got home -- I didn't have a single commitment to meet. La!
I didn't have them finished by Thanksgiving, and yes, they haunted me over the four-day holiday, just as I feared. I stayed up until midnight Sunday and Monday, catching the last fittings at rehearsals ("You! Stop. Put this on. Hold still. Thanks!) and zipping home to put in hems. I handed out all but one on Tuesday -- *one* last fitting, then went to finish the last hem on the last skirt during rehearsal -- and there was a huge *crunch* sound and my sewing machine stopped dead. I wore the poor little thing out! So I did what any good seamstress would do -- with one more yard of skirt to hem, I whipped out a needle and thread and finished it by hand, *and* in time to return it at the end of the rehearsal. Thank goodness, the sewing machine only needed some serious oiling -- because I still had Kidlet's hem to do on Wednesday night. "Oh, I see where *I* rank in your priorities!" "Honey, I can finish yours at 2 a.m. if I have to. But the others had to get to the girls."
So tonight they carolled at a downtown event full of lights and poinsettias and Santa and lots and lots of music, and I must say I was *enormously* proud of those skirts. And for the first time in almost four weeks, when we got home -- I didn't have a single commitment to meet. La!
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Since I was using three 60" wide panels for each skirt, and was too lazy to cut them down (I just used selvage-to-selvage, didn't have to finish any seams that way -- hey, I was cutting corners!), I was afraid an elastic band would get way too bulky around their waists. The gathering actually worked like a charm -- the plaid taffetas were amazingly easy.
Thanks again!
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Of course she accused you of having skewed priorities. That's what kids do, no matter the actual logic of things.
And lovely to not have anything hanging over your head for once!
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Yes... I can return to my usual degenerate ways now, whoot!
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You must be so proud of yourself - you did it!
I hope you get to relax for a while now. And I'm really glad your sewing machine just needed oiling. What a relief!
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And yep, I'm feeling quite proud -- I was beaming all last night. They had the best outfits of all the carollers there. *Preens*
Yeah, I was relieved about the sewing machine too. I could tell it was grinding more and more -- I really work that thing. It's just a cheap model, but I like it, and it's lightweight so I can haul it to my weekly sewing group too.