I'm such a bad blogger. I haven't done any more work on the little dress. *sigh* But I have a really good excuse. Wanna hear it?
First, I have to say that you all frighten me, with your lack of knowledge about basic sewing instruments. You know who you are. We're going to have a Sewing 101 tutorial at some point, just for you. I will introduce you to the most basic of tools. Be afraid.
I planned to sew last night. Really. But Oatmeal Head wanted to go to a friend's and skateboard. This is a school friend I've been hearing about for a year but hadn't met. So I took OH over after school and dropped him off, meeting the kid - let's call him Skate Rat. All is well. The two of them planned to terrorize neighboring businesses and their parking lots, which they did.
OH thwarted my dinner plans by pushing back the pick up time, which worked out nicely, as I now had time to pick up some Chinese take out. At Takee Outee. Yes, that's what it's called. Yumee yumee. And I got to meet Skate Rat's mom and talk to Skate Rat a bit. Not a bad kid, kinda cute, taught my boy some tricks on the board. It's all good. Lost my candle wax in a parking lot somewhere.
Got home in plenty of time to eat and sew. Yay! And find out that Maybelline is having a friend over to spend the night. Oh. Yay. Wait - I love it that my kids have friends over and sleep overs, really. And Friday's are ideal. And I absolutely LOVE this particular friend (I'm not sure, but I think Oatmeal Head does too). I just really wanted to sew.
Why did I not just sew, you ask? Why, in my own home, did I not do what I wanted? Have you never had a sleepover with teen girls? Have you never BEEN a teen girl? See, I was a teen girl once (REALLY! You've seen pictures), but I don't remember hanging out with my mom or my friends' moms when there would be sleep overs. Something has changed, methinks.
Here's the truth: I was designing new t-shirts and stuff for Fred & Bessie and the friend came down to see what I was doing. She plopped down next to me, thought I was warm, and didn't leave. It was actually kind of cool, since she gave me some great ideas.
So there you have it. All the excuses. But the truth is that I would have dinked around with the online store all night anyway. Go ahead. Beat me. I deserve it.
Until I write again ...