R and I bought her 8th grade dance dress on 3 days notice. Again, she is 4’11. The dress was built for a young lady who is maybe 5’8. I do not sew. I mean AT ALL. I know how to thread a needle and that’s about it!
The dress she chose had all these layers and drapy things. She didn’t have any interest in the straight cut and we didn’t have any time for alterations. I laid awake the past two nights taking the dress apart in my head and reconstructing the bottom – I am good spatially and mathematically. I devised a plot that involved an ankle length front with a 6 inch train. For those men who read this, bear with me. This plan involved ripping seams, sewing back two sections and hemming another part. There is no way I can adequately describe it – can’t you all just jump into my head and look at the picture?
Anyway, praying all the way, this afternoon was the day. I prayed, I pinned, I sewed and God and I conquered! She is happy with it – I am happy with it – Praise God!!
I can’t wait until tomorrow night – she won’t let her daddy see her dress. Her daddy hasn’t told her about the wrist corsage. I am the keeper of the secrets and I am as excited as if I were going myself.
I will have to break my self imposed rule tomorrow night of not posting pictures of my family.
(As I jump up and down!)