Busy As a Bezzie
But isn't that the case for everyone?
Here's the proof:
Yesterday I was able to sew Chunky a pair of jammie pants.
The magical glow to this picture is courtesy of Mr. Moochie's smudgy little fingers on the lens.
Those are camo lizards in case you couldn't tell.
Chunky's birthday is on Saturday and although he's going to be 9 (eeek!) I apparently think he's bigger than what he is. I didn't really stop to look at the exact measurements for the "large" version of the Simplicity 9900 pattern I used.
Oops. They were a tad big.
I mean I could fit into them--granted they looked ridiculous on me, but I fit them. Bezzie Of The Two Kids Butt & Thighs.
I attempted to shorten them up top and the legs.
Hopefully my mods work out OK. I figure he's a stick boy with no curves. I don't think they should be too ill-fitting.
In the middle of sewing these I took a break to walk to school to attend Chunky's parent-teacher conference.
I freaking love his teacher. She "gets" Chunky.
Chunky, being the offspring of Dr. Mad Scientist and I, has a rather dry sense of humor. Many of his teachers before this just don't that type of humor and tend to take what he says literally.
Maybe it's that they're not used to that type of humor from a kid? I don't know. But his third grade teacher thinks he's hilarious.
I'm quite proud of him too because the first quarters of first and second grade he always had a problem getting back into the groove of things and was kind of a spazz. This year he told me he was going to try and get all 1's in the citizenship areas (listening, following directions, blah, blah)--and sure as shit, he did!
But enough bragging.
Once I got back home and finished the jammie pants it was time to turn to curtains.
Chunky had requested some curtains for his room (the blinds are broken) because:
1. He doesn't want anyone to see him naked after his shower; and
2. The kid next door (or someone in his family) has a tendency to leave the bathroom light on all night long, which in turn lights up Chunky's room. You gotta love Northern New Jersey Sardine Lots. They make postage stamp lots look like rolling estates!
About and hour and a half later--
Never mind that the one on the right I hung a little crooked.
Finally, to top off the day, I made Mr. Moochie a big bowl of mashed potatoes (from scratch because flaked mashed potatoes, I mean, really, do I have to go on?) for his Toddler Room Thanksgiving celebration.
Mooch LOVES his taters!
I was pooped by 10:00 p.m., but man, it's amazing what I can accomplish when I don't have that pesky job to worry about!