The exciting and the boring

First of all let's start with the good stuff. 


Here's a shot of Miss Scarlett in the swimming cover-up I made her. Note the accessories even the trailing blankie. She always has accessories, just like her mother and me.

She was a little hoarse yesterday having spent the day before having her inaugural terrible two temper tantrums. My daughter was worried she wasn't doing the right thing when Miss S hit the floor a few times because things weren't going her way. Like all grandmothers I said what we all say, "She is just like you. You wouldn't believe the temper tantrums you used to have." 


In fact years ago one of my former neighbours, a nice retired nun, told me that she was once on the verge of calling Child Services because of the screams that came out of my house one day. It turned out that my daughter, at age two, had been having a meltdown because there was a wrinkle in her leotards (tights to some folks). No matter how I tried to straighten them out there were wrinkles at her knees and that drove her crazy. It was all about the accessories even then.


Actually IMO Miss S's TT are not that bad and an hour or so sitting around on the steps looking at bugs does the trick.


Of course the reasons for two year old temper tantrums are well-documented. Being tired of being bossed around, wanting to exert control over your environment, the difficulty of transitioning from one life stage to another.


Personally I think we should bring legit temper tantrums back for other life stages.


Wouldn't it be easier if you were allowed to have the terrible 42s ("don't mind her, she just doesn't have five minutes to herself"), the terrible 52s ("she's just gone blue in the face because she has totally used up her patience with dumb bosses") and the terrible 62s ("She just wants to do it herself. That's just normal at her age.")


I think we would all feel better for it, and I don't know about you but there are days when a time out seems particularly attractive.


Now speaking not necessarily of attractive, but certainly of necessity, I have made two new skirts in the last couple of days. 


I am going to need these for teaching summer school and they are the kind of project that the best thing you can say about them is that they are done. Here they go, one linen skirt showing attractive, just worn, linen wrinkles (I held back on the meltdown this time) lined of course. That's about all I can say about this.

And a slightly more interesting version in black and white stretch cotton sateen:

Doing the skirts of course made me realize that despite all the fitting traumas and potential to discover once again that what you knew would not suit you in fact does not, I really am a new pattern sewer. I like to do something I haven't done before. I like surprises. I prefer sewing as an adventure as opposed to production sewing (I have decided I won't get white shirts 4-10 made unless I work with an exciting pattern).


Well that's just me.