I am writing this before I go off to the dentist with my daughter who needs a root canal.
Since little Mr. Billy sticks to the front of her body like a mussel to a rock my role is to hold him and walk him (he is three months old plus now) and if he gets desperate pass him over for a breastfeed.
We can do this.
The dentist is a friend of hers with three small children of her own, including two twins who have to have their diapers duct tapped on so they won't take them off and hit each other over the head. These are the same guys who are locked in their room at night with a webcam aimed at their cribs.
We should be good this morning with that level of understanding.
The other domestic news around here is that I have my son's Border Collie staying with me in the week while my son is away working commissioning wind mills.
Birdie has completed the last of Daisy's rehabilitation.
There were a few things we couldn't get through to her, like asking to go out as opposed to waiting for a walk, for those times of the day when I didn't have time to do the seventh walk of the day. It makes sense as there have not been many open doors in her past, but communicating the barking at the door to go out concept was beyond us both.
Enter Birdie, the original Real Dog, who she adores. Within a few days she had all normal dog behaviour squared away, barking at the mail man included. It is so interesting to me how a whole lot of dog culture got communicated between the two of them.
Most importantly having Birdie here changed Daisy's relationship with my husband. She has been wary of him, men in general but it seems men with beards in particular, and very much my dog. Since my husband is the big soft heart in this family this made me sad, for the both of them.
Birdie, who loves Leo, was able to pass that on and in the last week, and particularly after a weekend babysitting her while I was in New York, he and Daisy have finally bonded.
I am so happy.
Well that brings me to my trip.
This was a shorter trip (more fabric stuff later) largely centered on taking something to my son he needed. I was on a mission.
The night before I left however I had a real dilemma.
About a month ago I dropped a large heavy wooden cutting board on my right foot from counter height and my foot has been slowly getting really painful. (It took me a month to connect the two events, but then again I have been busy teaching kids, teaching sewing classes and remember I have been making Renfrew tops and shirts).
Finally I got it X-rayed and the night before I flew out at 6:30 am I was standing once again in my kitchen trying to figure out what to do. My choices were 1. wait for the doctor to call with the results 2. get my hair done 3. go off to teach a shirt class. Of course I opted for 2 and 3 as I had already decided that there was no way I was not making this delivery or missing out on a day in the garment district. Sewing, your kid, versus putting your feet up, what would you do?
Anyway it turned out not to be broken and I am getting the rest checked out tomorrow.
Where was I?
So I made it to New York and then, this is the completely best part, I made it to the garment district. One up for mothers in their Naot shoes and cross body purses.
I walked into Elliot Bermann first thing (I always start there) and what did I hear "Hey is that Barbara from Sewing on the Edge?"
I kid you not.
Two blog readers from Tennessee, Karen and Bobby, where there, very nice purchases they made too, that fleece jacket is going to be outstanding, and we had the nicest conversation. I can't tell you how much this made my day. I mean what are the odds? My people there, despite all distance.
Feeling at that point that I was off to a great start I continued for the rest of the day with a nice long rest stop at Ben's where I had cabbage rolls and tea and put my foot up until it was time to head over to Brooklyn and the kids.
Now the other best part.
When I looking for a cab on 6th Avenue a very nice couple from Georgia stopped me because they recognized me from my blog. Must be the pink glasses. Marie just happens to also be a shirt marker (much better one than I am, you believe me) and her husband took off his jacket so I could do a shirt inspection right on the street. Excellent shirt I can tell you. Great fit, really crisp cuffs and collar and even a nice monogram on the pocket. I am hope for some pictures to share with you. Seeing such quality sewing really helps keep your own game up.
So that's all I have time for now before the root canal.
The moral of this story is no matter where you go in this world there is always some sewer there to meet you.