For my birthday my mom got me a sewing machine. I’m pretty much beside myself with excitement about it! It came at an excellent time because I’ve been itching to make my own creations as of late. And even before I knew I would have a sewing machine, my friend Joey asked me if I wanted to get pastries and go posh fabric shopping yesterday. YES PLEASE! Initially I was going to try and do something plain and simple, but I ended up finding a boho dress pattern and falling in love with this pink, yellow, and slate floral fabric.
Now let’s get something straight here, because my seams certainly aren’t. I pretty much abhor sewing. It is a vile practice that makes me literally pull out my hair and scream at my kids and swear obscenities* at tiny seam rippers. I have absolutely no patience for it whatsoever. I made this dress first without the middle part and without any inside and then realized I’d done the entire thing wrong. So I wripped and cut and CRIED and started the whole thing over again two sizes too small. I added the middle part because the boho effect of the pink fluffing out from my boobs looked so ridiculous Beau and I had a good laugh at my expense. A tropical maternity nightgown mumu!
It was hideous.
So today I set things right. I had just happened to buy that extra blue fabric on a whim and made the dress entirely new…with SEVERAL bumps along the way.
In the meantime, Oliver pushed buttons on the machine and Finn broke the stampy thingy that keeps your fabric down, and then Oliver took pins and scratched up the kitchen table, and then as they both were climbing all over me as I tried to figure out how to match up a curved arm hole inside out, I yelled at them both to “NEVER TOUCH MY MACHINE!” and made them watch tv and eat cheese for about 3 hours straight.
Finn asked Beau for ear muffs so he wouldn’t have to hear Mama yell. Sigh. (lots of apologies..and marshmallows..have occurred since.)
I am more Maleficent than the beauty who pricks finger on a spinning wheel in this story. Or flora when she makes that awful pink dress on Merriweather.
Not to mention the fact that when Joey came to my door yesterday morning I was still in my pajamas with a bewildered look on my face that said, “OH GOD…I am so pregnant and scatter brained I completely forgot even though I’ve been looking forward to this all week!” Luckily us moms can get ready in two seconds. Three if you can’t find your phone.
All that to say….
You better believe I’m proud of this shipwreck turned island paradise!And in case my mom is worried she got me the wrong present let me be clear: I LOVE my new sewing machine. I just wish I was worthy of it! Don’t worry…I’ll keep at it. And try to control the Maleficent and Flora tendencies!
* (my new favorite curse word is “CAKE!” because Joey’s two year old daughter Avonlea was using it out of the blue when we realized Besalu was closed. We laughed to tears!)