I wrote this post nearly a week ago. For a week I’ve planned to get a photo. I still will – but before I’m no longer 37 weeks, I’m just going to post this. Coming soon… a belly shot, hopefully in below mentioned sewing project! Ugh.
I cut out a maternity dress mid November. I started sewing, but put it away in favor of Thanksgiving prep and forgot about it. I found it last week, and thought I’d better get on it before maternity was no longer my style.
I sewed. I fought with a pattern that ought to be shot for being labeled Simplicity. I’m arrogant enough to think I sew pretty well. I stand corrected. I ripped seam after seam on cheap knit from Hobby Lobby that does not hold up to seam ripping. I googled the pattern and found people who commiserated with me and my disgust with that which was not simple. I found photos of the finished dress, realized what on earth the pattern people forgot to say, and finished it.
Hours and hours later. Ugh. It better be fabulous. Tent like, perhaps, and ironically the stripes run horizontal where vertical would be preferable, and vertical where I’d be okay with horizontal. It’s a sad joke. But it’s done.
Partway through my seam ripping, Elliot grabbed my seam ripper and ran. I called for her to bring it back, and she did. Promptly. Then, with the expertise of a seasoned knife thrower, she threw it. At. My. Head. I ducked, seeing where this was headed, and my dear daughter lodged my seam ripper into my forehead with amazing precision. It stuck straight in and just stayed there. I gasped, Ellie looked instantly remorseful, Sterling stared in disbelief, and I found a tiny, deep cut, refusing to bleed.
I’m fine. Headache, yes, but fine. Elliot, however, may never live that one down. She keeps looking at that little cut and replaying her version of events, swinging her little arm to show me what happened. Baby Bull in a China shop even shocked herself this time.