On Friday I spent most of the day in a panic thinking Mikey’s blister was a cold sore. I was confident he had a case of herpes like some scraggly Parisian street urchin from the 18th century. Luckily, I was wrong–just a water blister from a hot fever and mild dehydration. He is doing so much better today–better than I have seen him in weeks. That blister is almost gone, too, thanks to his specially made vitamin E (+ a few other things I can’t recall) lotion we received from the homeopath.
On Saturday I met up with a reader and received my first sewing instruction. It wasn’t so much an instruction as it was hand holding while I made Mikey’s saint costume for his next oral presentation. Of course, I screwed up right from the get go by getting the wrong yardage. The pattern gave me yardage for 45″ and 60″. The bolt of fabric I had was 54″ and I mistakenly though it would be okay if I got the yardage for 60″. Nope. The pattern, when laid out, did not fit. So, his costume kinda sorta doesn’t have sleeves. Kinda sorta meaning it absolutely does not have sleeves. That’s okay, Mikey is presenting on St. Boniface, a Western European saint born in the year 675. Back then, I assume sleeves were optional, unlike filth and pestilence.
Oh, and this should make the sewers reading this collapse in laughter at my expense: I made Mikey’s costume from linen. Sewing with linen, as those with sewing brains know, is akin to sewing live snakes. I knew the fabric would be slippery, but it wasn’t until I later sewed Mikey’s cotton sash that I fully appreciated the difference between the fabrics. The cotton was so easy to work with I debated putting a chair leg on my sewing machine pedal and running errands while the sash completed itself.
All I have left to do is add some ribbons and tassels (I think those are called notions?) and work on a couple of props. I will humiliate myself publicly and display my handiwork sometime in November.
On Sunday we celebrated my mother in law’s 60th birthday with a trip to the San Diego Zoo. I fulfilled my exercise quota for the year 2010, so I am feeling good. We walked up and down these ridiculously big hills (mountains! they were mountains!) for five hours until I thought my legs would come apart at the joints. Since I only exercise when I am being chased or running to take Nicholas to the urgent care, it was a big day for me. Due to the extensive hills and large crowds I was not allowed to touch any strollers.
Today I am running errands. I need to go to the store for paper towels and the thrift store for a book and a sword. I’ll leave you to guess which errand is for Mikey’s saint costume.