I never quite feel good enough to sew for other people. And I definitely don't think I'm good enough to take a garment and alter it in any way. On Sunday when a girl at church asked me if I could add sleeves to a sleeveless dress for her sweet 16 birthday party, I was a little hesitant (because of my lack of skills) but told her to bring the dress on Wednesday for me to look at it. With just her description and not having seen the dress, I could completely envision the dress with and without sleeves.
When I got a phone call from the mother a few days later (stating the party was Friday, tonight), I decided I would pick up the dress Wednesday morning and do some mock-up sleeves to show them that night.
Thankfully, both Spenser and Sawyer fell asleep on the way home from town and I was able to put together three sleeve choices. We went with the cap sleeve, in matching black organza, with elastic in the cuff. (The white elastic I have actually showed through the organza so I used a navy blue hair rubber band instead.) I didn't think I would be able to do it, but, with a prayer in my heart, I did it.
She picked up the dress last night and she seemed very pleased with it.
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The school nurse called me bright and early yesterday morning (9:20-ish) telling me she suspected Mason of having pinkeye. The night before his eye was pink, but I checked him in the morning and they were as white as normal. I explained that to her, but out of caution she asked me to pick him up. When I got to the school, she agreed that it was probably cold/allergy as he was coughing and sneezing. Underneath his lower eyelids was completely red. They were not like that an hour before because I had checked. His eyes seem fine, but he is coughing more today so he is home with me. He's a good boy so it's nice to have him here.
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I have a confession and an apology to make: The afternoon of my April Fools prank, I had a memory flood into my mind. Twelve years ago I had just found out I was pregnant with Taylor (#1). Because of a previous miscarriage, my doctor told me that as soon as I found out I was pregnant again to call him and he would put me on progesterone. The day I called him was April 1st. I was at work and awaiting his return phone call and, wouldn't you know it, he called while I was at lunch in the lunchroom with others nearby. When I got off the phone I explained to a friend and co-worker that I was pregnant. She immediately snickered and said, "Oh, right. April Fools!" To which I immediately replied (and here is where I now eat my words), "I would never joke about something like that." Yes, I actually said those words. So, Jen, I doubt you read this, but I apologize. Apparently I do joke about things like that. It only took six children to make it funny.