And Da Day was good
Dec. 24th, 2007 04:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stitchwhichI spent most of today (and part of yesterday) sewing. For the most part, it was really fun - I am making a SCA "layette" for a soon-to-be single mom who doesn't sew. We invited her to spend Christmas Day with us - the idea of a soon-to-be divorcee who is active-duty Navy AND preggers spending the day home alone was so repulsive that I couldn't stand it. But after the invite and the worry about whether or not she'd like what I have planned for dinner, I realised that I had not made arrangements for her to have something to open when the rest of us do - how rude!
So two trips to the fabric store ('cause you know that you must make at least one in the middle of a project, never mind that you made one at the start) and some time spent at the table, and I have two little gowns finished, a blanket, and soon a much nicer gown (not a "T-tunic" one) all ready to give her. I should get her something for herself, too. I remember how it was when I was expecting and all I saw was stuff for the baby, as if I suddenly was just an incubator...
ALong with that was the really fun bit - making bags to "wrap" presents in. I made one really glitzy one that is now slated to be a 12thNight gift (the person who visited when it was finished like it so much, and petted it so much, that, well - it just has to be hers.) The others are more prosaic, simple bright patterns and ribbons. I've amused myself by buying little "falls" of ribbons and tree ornaments to add to the ribbon ties. All in the name of tree-hugging ecological awareness, mind you. It wouldn't be because I've spent my entire adult life loving Christmas fabric and not having any idea of what to use it for. Oh no, not that.
The friend who saw my "glitzy" bag suggested that other folks wouldn't mind getting "permanent wrapping paper" as 12thNight gifts to use for their next Christmas... I don't know - what do you think? Would you be disappointed if that was your gift from me?
Arni got up this morning, looked at my knitting needles with a bag cast on them, at the table covered in scraps of ribbon and cloth, and then at the tree with stuffed sacks under it - and called me "the bag lady" all morning. Smarty. If'n he hadn't gone out and bought fried chicken and mashed potatoes while I was standing in the sl-o-w as c-o-l-d t-a-r line at Burlington Coat Factory (last minute gifts thanks to AC Moore being right next to BCF), I wouldn't forgive him. No really, I wouldn't.
Okay, maybe I might have. Since he made me giggle.
So two trips to the fabric store ('cause you know that you must make at least one in the middle of a project, never mind that you made one at the start) and some time spent at the table, and I have two little gowns finished, a blanket, and soon a much nicer gown (not a "T-tunic" one) all ready to give her. I should get her something for herself, too. I remember how it was when I was expecting and all I saw was stuff for the baby, as if I suddenly was just an incubator...
ALong with that was the really fun bit - making bags to "wrap" presents in. I made one really glitzy one that is now slated to be a 12thNight gift (the person who visited when it was finished like it so much, and petted it so much, that, well - it just has to be hers.) The others are more prosaic, simple bright patterns and ribbons. I've amused myself by buying little "falls" of ribbons and tree ornaments to add to the ribbon ties. All in the name of tree-hugging ecological awareness, mind you. It wouldn't be because I've spent my entire adult life loving Christmas fabric and not having any idea of what to use it for. Oh no, not that.
The friend who saw my "glitzy" bag suggested that other folks wouldn't mind getting "permanent wrapping paper" as 12thNight gifts to use for their next Christmas... I don't know - what do you think? Would you be disappointed if that was your gift from me?
Arni got up this morning, looked at my knitting needles with a bag cast on them, at the table covered in scraps of ribbon and cloth, and then at the tree with stuffed sacks under it - and called me "the bag lady" all morning. Smarty. If'n he hadn't gone out and bought fried chicken and mashed potatoes while I was standing in the sl-o-w as c-o-l-d t-a-r line at Burlington Coat Factory (last minute gifts thanks to AC Moore being right next to BCF), I wouldn't forgive him. No really, I wouldn't.
Okay, maybe I might have. Since he made me giggle.
