Because then there would be absolutely NO WAY IN HELL I’d finish sewing each of us a new garment by this weekend’s annual Sugar Maple Music Fest. As it stands, the idea of finishing four sewn-from-scratch garments that are currently (on Wednesday) only 60% cut out is some kind of crazy crack-smokin’ talk. Yet I persist.
It’s sounded like a good idea for awhile now. I declared my goal publicly and even included the “probably smokin’ crack” disclaimer a week or two ago. Then I thought about starting, even cut out the pieces for Errol’s shirt. Then I cleaned out the fridge, rediscovered my love for knitting, clipped my toenails. Only last night I told The Mister that he’d probably not get his shirt by Friday or Saturday. Then I proceeded to measure him.
This morning I rallied with a good cup of coffee and a pair of kids distracted in front of some PBS show online. I cut out my dress. I started putting fabrics together for Isadora’s and realized that I could finally live out that dream which is the birthright of every mother: to have matching Mother/Daughter outfits. Yes. How I’ve resisted that sadistic impulse so long is beyond me – probably some form of laziness on my part. It’s not like I haven’t had the opportunity.
And then I realized that I could do the same sort of thing for the boys. With this, my jet pack has been ignited and I’m kicking it into High Gear. You heard it here first: (You too, Dear!) we will be matchy-matchy. (Isn’t that a GREAT IDEA?) And we will be unmistakable at the Sugar Maple this year as “That
Weird Quirky Family Dressed Alike But Strangely Not Performing.?!?” If I get these all sewn, that is, which we all know has a snowball’s chance in hell. But you never know…
See last year’s Sugar Maple, including the handmade Boy/Girl ensemble here.
2009 is here. No handmade clothes that year.
2008 here. None that year either.