Archive for August, 2012

August 16, 2012

One day my car will come…

by Decemberbaby

So we ordered our new minivan 16 days ago, with the stipulation that it was to be delivered by August 16 or the contract would be voided and our deposit refunded. It’s August 16. Did you get a new minivan?

Neither did I.

Amazingly, neither the salesman nor his manager has called us. I called them twice this week and was told that “we’re still working on it, but we’ll have some news for you in the next 24 hours.”

I’m frustrated, annoyed, and absolutely amazed that the deadline has come and gone without even a courtesy call to say, “sorry we haven’t found the model you need as yet. Can we interest you in a different trim level, or do you want us to keep looking?” Is it just me, or is this bad business?

August 10, 2012

Amazing what I can do in forty-five minutes.

by Decemberbaby

On Monday night, as I packed K’s backpack for her first day of camp, I discovered that she had no shorts and only one t-shirt. Don’t ask me how it happened – I don’t know, but I suspect it has something to do with grandparents who take our kids away fully dressed and bring them back in pajamas – but it was a tense few minutes of thinking that my daughter might have to go to camp half-naked. And so I raided my fabric stash and the clothing recycling pile and found these:

I took some striped stretchy knit fabric and a maternity t-shirt downstairs at 9:15 p.m. At 10:00 p.m. I came back upstairs with the finished product. On Tuesday morning I dressed K in it and cajoled her to pose for the camera:

It was so comfortable that she ran off right away, and all I could do was chase after her with my iPod in camera mode, hoping that a picture would turn out. I know you’ll forgive the blurriness of the photos – she literally refused to stop moving.

The awesome thing about re-using maternity shirts is that you get to use the lovely empire-line gathers. It looks like I spent lots of time gathering the fabric and sewing in the empire line, when really I just cut the tunic around that feature of my t-shirt.

The shorts were simple. I think changing the needle (I used a double needle) and threading the machine were more time-consuming than the actual sewing.

The best part? I didn’t have to go shopping… and I have at least three more maternity shirts downstairs. At forty-five minutes per outfit, K can be stylishly outfitted for the rest of camp.

August 8, 2012

We interrupt this lull to bring you… my life.

by Decemberbaby

People keep asking me how I’m enjoying my summer vacation. It surprises me every time. I’m a mom. I don’t get summer vacation. Summer is my busy season – no school, later bedtime for the kids, earlier wake-ups (I have a love-hate relationship with the long summer days,) the garden, day trips… I’m busy. I can’t wait for school to start, not because I don’t enjoy my children’s company, but because I’ll actually have time do get things done in increments greater than ten minutes. Oh, and I might get enough time to myself to do something decadent, like going back to Weight Watchers (yes, I’ve fallen off the wagon and am crawling back on, shamefaced, seven pounds heavier.)

And yet, I get a fair number of things done. Without further ado, here’s my list of

THINGS THAT MADE ME FEEL GREAT TODAY

1. I fished N’s pyjama pants out of the kitchen wall vent. The vent has now been covered.

2. I managed a Lowe’s run in under 20 minutes. Also, everybody there greeted me by name and asked about my current projects.

3. The construction worker who stands at the end of our street to stop cars from entering told me that she always recognizes me (and therefore moves the pylons aside) because I always smile at her.

4. Our garage is now clean and empty of anything we’re not currently using.

5. I biked about 30 minutes today. So much better than driving.

 

I feel lonely out here in the big, cold internet. Leave me a comment:

What do you feel great about today?  And

If I have limited blogging time, what kinds of things would you rather I blogged about? Crafty stuff? My life? Deep thoughts?