B.U.S.T.E.D.

TLo is causing all sorts of clothing problems at our house.   She is one solidly-packed little kid.   She is now up to a size 10/12 in width for RTW bottoms but a 5 for length.   Maybe.   Pain in the butt.

And speaking of butts… I started adding to her (sadly deficient) school uniform wardrobe.  Yep.   It's that time of year again, people.   I made a capri-length version of the Smoke On The Water Shorts (Ottobre 1/2009 #23 ), using a Dockers remnant that I got online.   I use the term “capri” loosely.

I added 1/2" to the entire width of each leg since the SOTW shorts were a bit snug at the hip.   What I should have done is add to the crotch length in the seat (or, in fact, just traced out the next size up-- doh!).   She could use some loose in her caboose.

Here is a back view:

 

And here is the table view:

 

And here is TLo re-enacting her favorite dance routine:

A.K.A. "The Busted Song" from Phineas and Ferb.

Cheery.

TLo starts the first grade in three weeks.  She is absolutely dying to be a cheerleader.

Yes.  You heard me.  We live in Texas.  They start cheerleading in the first grade. 

Actually, to be honest, they start much earlier than that... I think at 3 or 4.  It is totally ridiculous.

Now, I know all the song and dance about how cheerleading is really a sport and it's good for coordination and self-esteem and, you know, whatever.  But I just can't quite get behind the whole cheerleading 6-year-olds thing.

Unless maybe they were planning on doing my all-time-favorite cheer:

"U-G-L-Y
You ain't got no alibi
You ugly
yeah yeah
You ugly"

I don't think they'll let six-year-olds do cheers from R-rated B-movies.  Right?  Oh well.

‘Ey Up.

 

It's National Yorkshire Day. 

In, uh, Yorkshire.

Aye.   

‘Ee by gum. 

Nowt queer as folk. 

Etc. Etc. Etc.  (please insert your own clichéd-yet-unintelligible Yorkshire phrase here)