My friend stopped by yesterday, and I showed her a skirt that I was converting into a dress for a military ball. I hadn’t done anything yet, but the ball is Friday night. My friend is also a seamstress, so she stepped right in with helping me lay out pieces. Meanwhile, another friend stops by and we had quite a little party with us (mostly them) ripping seams and pinning and cutting.
It was great. I highly recommend having other people come over and do your craft projects for you.
At one point, I had one friend counting the number of steps in the directions and the other friend commenting that I had 48 hours to get it all done. “I have 49 hours and 15 minutes to get it done,” I corrected her haughtily. “You can always be fashionably late,” she replied. I suspect they think I’ve overstepped my capabilities.
Last night I made a run to the fabric store for a crucial zipper, and I picked up some fabric to make a jacket as well. The facility where the ball will be is freezing, and a fur coat would be welcome (but I just got some satiny material instead). I also bought a strapless bra, since the dress is wide on the shoulders. Then I bought some new eye makeup.
After all that, it was bedtime, so I’m only on step 4. It may be a late night tonight.
This morning, I put on all the eye makeup to see if I liked the look. I don’t generally wear much makeup at all, and if I do it might be a mascara and a natural shade of lip stick. I like the way it turned out as it helps make my blue eyes pop out from behind my eyeglasses. But it’s definitely too dramatic for daily wear: medium and dark blue shadow, black liner and mascara.
At the breakfast table, I was not at all surprised when Katie asked me, “Mommy, are you going somewhere today?” Innocently, I asked her whatever did she mean? After she pointed out I was wearing makeup, I looked both older boys straight in the eyes and asked them if they noticed the makeup. Nope. Of course not.
I love boys, I really do.
And I love having daughters.