Yet again, I have made choices against a deadline. And yes, they are choices that I have deliberately made.
1. Tomorrow is the Band Parent Vendor fair. I'm the co-chair. I'm in charge of the vendors, and I have yet to make the plan of who gets which table (if we have people selling similar products, they get REALLY cranky if they are next to each other, and some people need electricity, and some have more than one table...). I also have to stop by the middle school and ask permission to put up a few posters because they are having an event tonight. I also have not made said posters.
2. I have also volunteered to bake a couple of dozen cookies for said Vendor Fair. Which is tomorrow. I have not started (although the butter is softening right now). I have ambitions to make cupcakes as well, but that may not actually happen. I know, I didn't need to make cookies - but we are having a sad lack of participation from the Band Parents for this event, and since I've told two different vendors they cannot sell baked goods because we're going to, I feel somewhat obligated to make sure there are baked goods.
3. Rachel and JC are going off Live Action Role Playing this weekend. JC has LARPed many times before and has his kit together pretty well. This is Rachel's first time. She asked me quite some time ago to make a white shirt for her existing Renaissance Faire costume - she has a two-sided bodice we bought her, but the floral side doesn't play well with her current striped shirt. Yesterday, I decided I had the fabric, I really should do this. They leave this evening. I declare victory on this one:
If you're thinking, "that looks like a nightie!", you are not far off. A chemise was the multi-purpose undergarment of the Middle Ages. You wore it next to your skin, under your corset/bodice/jerkin, and it also acted as your slip or underskirt. At night, you took off your outer clothes and slept in your chemise. I whipped this together after dinner last night (hemmed this morning).
I made it from a very simple pattern (rectangles and straight lines) I found online. However, and I am kicking myself because I've made it before and had the exact same problem, this pattern makes an armhole that is way too tight for even a skinny girl like Rachel. She said it was "okay", but with that tone that says, "no, really it's not but I don't want to make a fuss."
Behold the fix:
That, my friends, is an underarm gusset. My first ever. It is not the most perfectly sewn thing, and may break all sorts of tailoring rules, but I am hopeful that it does the trick. It's a costume, after all, and is only required to be reasonably sturdy and washable. And at least somewhat comfortable. But sucked up time this morning.
4. Rachel realized last night, in the middle of chemise construction, that she wants to play a spell caster. Spells are represented by mini bean bags. Oh. There are some for sale by enterprising players, but I really hate spending money on something I really can make for almost nothing. Put it on the list for today while the cookies are in the oven.
5. William has soccer practice right in the middle of when JC and Rachel are planning on leaving. The saving grace is that JC can drive them, so I don't need to spend 2 hours on the road tonight.
6. Oh, and I probably need to go in and meet with the school janitors to explain how we need the tables arranged. Guess I better get working on the floor plan.
I made the commitment to the Vendor Fair months ago, although I suppose I didn't need to say I would bake. And I could have been working on the sewing last week or even earlier this week. The floor plan and cookies are really the things that HAD to wait until today (we still had vendors signing up earlier this week). But you know? Don't tell anyone but the urgency is kind of fun. Wouldn't want to do it every day, but once in a while adds a little spice.
2 comments:
I can relate Anne! Even Calum said yesterday, "is it Thursday already?" Even life is going to fast for 12 year olds! Hang in there and good luck this weekend.
You may feel behind and like you need to put a hustle in your bustle, but I tell you, from where I'm sitting, you seem like a regular domestic goddess. An underarm gusset?
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