Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Ah, what a day. . .
As you may have noticed in my twitter feed (in the sidebar, for those of you reading an RSS feed), I started making an Easter dress last week. I found a very cool pattern in the new book Weekend Sewing (oddly, discovered at Sams, not on any of the blogs that I've since learned are devouring this book too). I hope to finish the dress in time to make a matching bag and perhaps some other accessories. (Review of Weekend Sewing coming soon.)
Unfortunately, I realized yesterday that I have been threading my bobbin incorrectly for six months. I discovered this when each time I tried to wind the bobbin, the thread came off in tangles, and if I tried to sew with it (yes, I did), the back side of the piece had tangles of thread.
This resulted in me picking out the stitches on the bodice twice. I finally resorted to using another bobbin in a contrasting color that was correct, just to see if it would work. That's how I learned that I'd been reading the directions for the bodice incorrectly, and had sewn the wrong pieces together in the wrong places. Third time to pick out the stitches!
All of this occurred on a day that seems to have been challenging for my 2 year old, too. She's very good at amusing herself for short periods, but yesterday was a day of whining, complaining and general dislike of anything mommy presented. For example, she is very fond of her six year old girl cousin, and at times refuses to drink out of anything other than the cup this cousin has used at our house. I thought I'd solved the problem by having my niece drink out of many cups in Abigail's presence, but apparently only the first cup will work. Yesterday, we had quite the battle over which cup she would drink her lemonade from (yes, lemonade). Since I had pink lemonade on hand, it became a battle of whether I was trying to get her to drink strawberry milk instead. Eventually this led to lemonade on the floor. What a day. . .
The final catastrophe (after we'd made up and enjoyed our popcorn snack on the porch), was Abigail crashing to our sidewalk on all fours. Usually we just ask her if it was "wee!" and she says yes, and goes on about her business. This time, though, there was a deep cut and lots of blood. Not even the choice of Curious George or Strawberry Shortcake band-aids helped. She actually didn't want band-aids at all. At least they gave her a story to tell her daddy when he came home. Fortunately it didn't include any mean-mommy shading.
And we did figure out how to wind the bobbin before bedtime, although the pattern still needs additional study.