Is it because summer is nearly upon us? Frankly, I'd rather be outside digging around in the garden but today I'm off looking in the stores for Mother of the Groom dresses. I've made two muslins, both of which I strongly dislike - okay- hate and seem to have hit a sewing funk. The fabric I have ready to go, I like - crushed navy taffeta. But everything else, not so good.
Saturday evening, around about the time everyone else settled down to view "Australia," Speedy sped in, "Wow, you are sewing? I need some alterations. This suit is too big. Can you fix it? Look, it just needs this taken in." Upon which he unzipped a white garment bag and before I could shout NO! - Speedy was standing with right arm thrust behind his back grabbing onto about a foot of extra fabric saying, "See. That's all it needs. See. How hard can that be? Look. Just use your Mom Sense." Okay. I need a break from this Mother of the Groom dress business. I can alter a man's tailored suit. That should be far more relaxing. Obviously. We saw how well it all went with Buff and the Prom Vest. So. Instead of enjoying Hugh Jackman and Nicole Kidman and cutie pie Brandon Walters or stitching and ripping a MOG dress - rather - I ripped and stitched Speedy's suit jacket managing to take in the extra by spreading it around inside, so as not to disturb any areas that would make things annoying - like a back vent or bound pockets - stuff that looks good on the outside but makes life miserable for the person wanting to make adjustments on the inside. And since it was Saturday night and this is Canada, Speedy thoughtfully placed his computer on my work table, so that while I ripped and stitched his suit I also got to enjoy Don Cherry ripping about whatever it is he rips about with long suffering Ron MacLean. No doubt. The only woman on earth to have given up Hugh Jackman for Don Cherry. I want a Tadashi suit. Long. Navy blue. Stretch taffeta. Let's hope it goes better than the trade-off Saturday night.
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