Comedy of errors

I told you that I would share the comedy of errors that is my life. I think the thing that started out this particular series of events were those damn dresses.

My brother Joe, SIL Holly, and nephew Patrick come to town to stay with us on the weekends. Brother works 3 - 13 hour tech support shifts on the weekends. He loves the hours, the rest of us think he's nuts. They are down for the weekend of the wedding where said dresses are to be worn. Great. Holly can watch her kid and mine while Hubby and I go to the reception. Reception is an hour and a half away. We leave well in advance so we may take my mom to dinner prior to the reception. At 3:00pm, all is well, and Sean isn't throwing a fit about not coming with us.

At 6:00, we are just sitting down to dinner at Damon's when Vince's cell phone rings. It's Joe. He's supposed to be at work, but he's at the house. Why? Because Holly has fallen in the living room and they both think she has broken her knee. Vince hangs up from Joe, and we start calling everyone we know to see if they can go to the house to watch the kids while Joe takes Holly to the ER. The closest one we find is at least 30 minutes away (which is still closer than we are), so Holly remains on the floor until Jeanne gets to the house. Back at dinner, the waitress is getting a bit nervous as to whether or not we are actually going to order. Once we find out that Jeanne is going to the house, we go ahead and order, but decide that we will only make a token appearance at the reception.

We finally get home and Holly is back. The knee isn't broken, but severely bruised. She still has a bruise the size of a pie plate 2 weeks later.

I'm just wondering what the next chapter will be. Hopefully not a tragedy.

TGIF

It's Friday night, and I'm blogging. Not too exciting. These past two weeks have been a comedy of errors, which I will share with you over the course of the next few days. Needless to say there has been little knitting and less laundry going on. I did get the last installment of my Stampin' Up! markers today, but finding time to use them is another thing entirely. Though, it is going to be 90 degrees tomorrow, so staying inside will probably be a good thing. Stay tuned!

Done, done, done!

The dresses are done, and out of my house. Whee! I can start knitting once again! Yeah, like I ever stopped.

I've knit a quick and dirty little purse for the wedding, because I can't carry a black purse all year. This was one of those Bernat "grab it in the store" freebie patterns. OK, so I didn't quite follow the pattern, but it's cool, and it will go with the dress I'm wearing.

Now to catch up on the house work. Later.

Dress update

I know that you're all just dieing (or is that dying?) to know what I've gotten done.
Dress number 1 is complete to the point of just needing the zipper put in, the hem marked and sewn in, and the overlay made. Dress number 2 has the bodice put together.

Satin unravels quite badly. I was contemplating re-cutting every single seam with pinking shears (the ones with the zig-zag blades), when I had a momentary flash of brilliance. "Hey dummy, you've got a serger. Use it!" Ah, wonderful. No more little satin bits and fluff pulling off the dresses. And this worked quite well for making the lining and ruffle (I did mention the tulle ruffle, didn't I?) look not so quite "home-made."

I'll not be working on them today, as we're going to the zoo. Hubby's company is having a family day at the zoo. Don't worry, we'll take photos. And if you see a very red fat lady, that is probably me. Me and heat don't do well together. Top it off with tendonitis in my heel, and a sinus headache, it's going to be a wonderful day.

I'm in cotton candy hell

Pink. Did I mention that I hate pink? Not dusty pink, not rosey pink. Cotton Candy pink. Now, I really like cotton candy, but I usually go for the blue.

I think my sewing machine does too as it keeps catching threads in the bobbin.

The first bodice is sewn together. Thank the Gods there are no sleeves to deal with. Just this funky little cowl thingy that won't lay right. I need a good steamer.

Breathe. I need a drink. Breathe. And a Prozac. Breathe.

Helium Hand

I have a terrible case of Helium Hand. I just can't keep my damn hand down when someone asks for a volunteer for something.

Case in point: my Bestest Friend Kim (as seen in a previous entry) once again booked lodgings as the spacious and gracious Woodmont Hotel. Seems that the plant in New Jersey needed some more training on new software. As we were talking prior to her arrival, she asked me if I could do her a huge favor. Me, being the kind of friend that I am, said yes even before finding out what the favor was. Seems that her BIL is getting married in 2 weeks, and Kim has to make the flower girl dresses (see the plural?). Fabric was purchased, and (thank the Gods) cut out, but since she won't be back in town until the 10th, and the wedding is the 18th, she was going to be crunched for time. OK, no problem. I can do this. I like to sew.

The dresses are pink. Pink satin. Pink satin with a black net overlay and belt with a bow. And a lining with a ruffle. Did I mention that one of the flower girls had a growth spurt? Seems she went from a size 7 to a 10 overnight. This is also the one who is coming up from Florida, and won't be in town until the 12th. Deep breath. And again. Did I mention that I really hate pink?

Another thing that I've volunteered for is to be chronicler for our local SCA group. Now, this actually gets put to a vote, but since I am the only candidate so far, it's going to be a good bet that I get it. This also means that I'll have to find someone to take over my current office of coordinator of youth activities (or MoY if you're in the know). You'd think in a group that has a children's population of over 25 (in a group of over 150 members), that finding someone to do this would be easy. Not. And since it's not a required office, it may go unfilled. Again. Deep breath. And again. Repeat as necessary.

It is an honor and privilege to serve. Yeah, right.