Today TLo asked loudly (at the crowded skating rink), “Mom, how old are you?”
To which TBO replied (in a bellow), “She’s 53.”
Thanks. No. Really. Thanks.
Time for some music. Unfortunately, watching this video makes me feel… about 53.
Good grief. Baby-faces. Remember when you were that young? It’s slipping away from me. But then, apparently I’m 7 years younger than my own mother. I probably have some kind of dementia.
Google “Def Leppard – Love Bites” and see how many hits you get tagged “Def Leppard Love Bits”. Seriously. It’s pretty entertaining.
Did you know that Def Leppard -collectively- hail from Yorkshire? I like to bring this up periodically in conversation with The Husband. Because it irritates the crap out of him. And I'm the kind of person who feels compelled to irritate her husband. It’s for his own good.
The Husband will claim that Def Leppard annoys him because they're "a bunch of untalented wankers who couldn't get real work, just like the rest of us". In reality Def Leppard annoys him because they were a bunch of untalented wankers who couldn't get real work just like the rest of them and proceeded to make millions of pounds selling records. Which means many, many people must have liked them. Many, many old people.
This is for Angie A. She’s one of those old people.
And Angie A, you inspired me to write a poem:
Emo Is Dead
Emo is dead.
Get over it.
And get a sense of humor
While you're at it.What, you’re like twelve, right?
Sheesh.
Hmmm…. I think “Emo Is Dead” is a great name for an all-girl punk band. Feel free to use it for your next musical venture. No charge. A gift from me to you.
PS The brilliant verse above isn’t about Angie A, just in case that’s what you were thinking. Well, because for one thing, she’s not twelve. I did say she was old, right? Right. (heh heh heh… Ang, you’re still younger than me, for what it’s worth.)
I went to Hancock's last weekend with the specific purpose of buying some appropriate patterns for TLo, as I have very few patterns in her size. Given that most Big4 children's patterns are laughably large and my children are comically short, it didn't occur to me that I would need anything above the size 6 range for some time to come. I was wrong. TLo is now in a size 12/14 width in RTW, which even in the world of Humongous Big4 Patterns is a 10.
TLo and I went to the store together, partly because I was hoping she would enjoy picking out her own patterns (with subtle guidance from yours truly) and partly because The Husband was taking TBO to soccer practice on that side of town anyway so I thought we could all go in one car. I figured TLo and I, left to our own devices, could easily spend an hour and fifteen minutes in the fabric store.
This was poor reasoning on my part. TLo begged the entire time to be allowed to peruse the button section on her own, which is as far away from the pattern area as you can get and is completely obscured by row upon row of towering fabric aisles. She was not allowed to peruse. Or at least, not until we'd sat at the pattern table and looked through the sale books. Apparently this is a breathtakingly tempting activity when you're not allowed to do it, but mind-numbingly boring when the siren call of the button section sings it's temptress song. Much whining ensued. And (despite what you're thinking) not all of it from me. Pattern selection became a hasty process.
I relate all of this to you, Gentle Reader, in an attempt to excuse what happened next: When I saw this pattern was on sale, my heart skipped a little dance of happiness at the perfect fit for TLo's school uniform. McCall M6156, size 7 to 14.
Shirtdress styling? Check! Adjustable empire waistline with drawstring? Check! Cute as a button? Check!
Perfect. I forced (her words) TLo to help me find said perfection in the pattern drawer and, with our seven other pattern selections, we made our giddy way to nirvana-- sorry, the button aisle. All was right with the world.
And then today I finally got around to photo-copying the technical drawing insert for October’s BurdaStyle. Which I have already pored over a half-dozen times in the past month. At least.
Um. Girl's Shirtdress. With adjustable drawstring empire waist. Size 134-158.
Doh!
