For some strange reason I decided the girls really needed to have fancy Christmas outfits to wear to church on Sunday. I decided this on Friday afternoon. I was envisioning simple black skits with elastic waists to go with some red shirts that they already had. I was reckoning without Girly-Girl, my 7 year-old built in fashion consultant.
Me: Oh look. Here's some $2/yard plain cotton cloth.
GG: (looking disappointed, she wanders over to the fabric bolts while I hunt for elastic. Suddenly her face lights up.) Ooooooo! Look at THIS! It's BEAUTIFUL!!!
Silly-Head: (rushing to GG's side) Ooooooo! That's SOFT!
Me: (Trying to be indulgent) Well, that is rather pretty…
Me: (looking at the $13/yard price.) AAaaaaaaaack!!!!
Clerk: (Snicker, snicker)
Me: (employing quick diversionary tactics) Let's see what else there is before we make a final choice.
All of us: (fingering various fabrics) Mumble, hmmm, Scooby Doo!!! Pink Fur! Mumble, mumble.
GG: Ooooohhhhh, Mom!
SH: Ooooooo, It's SOFT!
Me: (Strolling over to examine the gorgeous black crinkled faux-suede fabric) Ooooo. It IS soft and pretty and (looking at the price) affordable. Grab it, Girly-girl, It's perfect!
GG and SH beam so brightly that the clerk dons her sunglasses.
Me: (After having the fabric cut to length) Well, that about does it, ladies. Let's go.
GG: But Mo-o-om. What about the rest of it?
Me: What "rest of it"?
We left the store with yards of fabric, elastic, red ribbon, red ruffle trim and two pair of pretty black dress shoes. Once home, I went upstairs and started cutting. Girly-Girl followed me up to make sure I was doing it right.
GG: You're going to put the ribbon here and the the red ruffle there, aren't you?
Me: (snip, snip) Uh-huh.
GG: ...and can you put a slit up the back? Long skirts need a slit.
Me: (measure, snip, snip) Uh-huh.
GG: ...and can you make us shawls out of the leftover fabric?
Me: (measuring some more and realizing that I didn't buy enough ribbon, then averting a temper tantrum - mine - by discovering a roll of perfect ribbon in my storage cabinet. Three cheers for packratting!) Uh-huh.
GG: ...and can you...
Me: (giving her "the look") Isn't it time for you to go downstairs and make something yourself?
GG: Christmas Cards!!! (She bounces down the stairs)
GG: (from far away in the distant recesses of the kitchen) Mo-o-om! How do you spell______?
At any rate, I actually made it through the sewing process with no major screw-ups and no swearing AND they were finished in plenty of time.
Well, there was one itty-bitty boo-boo; I measured the girls three (count 'em!), THREE times and still managed to make Silly-head's skirt a tad too large. Fortunately, I'm a whiz with safety-pins!
I think the final results are quite nice, don't you?