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The Torpedo Missed

I woke up feeling different this morning. Maybe it was skipping spinning in favor of sleeping in ( thinking I can go at 8…and then woke up at 8:10.) Maybe it was just plain getting enough sleep. Maybe it was having a relaxing weekend with my husband–a genuinely relaxing weekend not weighed down by preparations for Christmas/visitors/whatever.

I woke up ready to start altering dresses again.

It was finally time to go back to the bridal shop and ask them to take me back.

I have been terrified of this. I cut off working last April very suddenly. I wouldn’t say that I left them in a lurch per se (they don’t do alterations in house, they just refer people to local businesses.) I was the number one place to which they referred brides, and then I was gone.

I was certain I’d be told to go screw myself.

I am shocked–shocked–when I was welcomed back with open arms (and tears! The manager cried! Tears of joy!). I had no idea alterations professionals were so hard to come by in this town.

I am so grateful. I was certain I had destroyed my business when I hit the skids last spring–and with that, a piece of myself. I’ve missed it.

Cliche as it is, I know that this time it will be different. I have an office with an entrance that is not in our house. No more disruption to the whole family whenever I have appointments. I know my limits better. I’m also much, much better at altering clothing in general–faster, sleeker, more streamlined.

I have experience and outside entrance on my side.

I celebrated with a 7 mile run wearing the awesome jacket my mom and dad got me for Christmas. The sleeves are the absolute perfect length. Note the angry puppy who wants to go for a walk in the corner.

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Operation Irish Dance Dress–RESULTS!

She loved it!
From this research:
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To this rendering:
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To the final result!
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Sadly, I did not get a picture of the tiny matching dress for her American Girl doll. Fun, time consuming project–and no alterations needed. I feel like a badass.

Enjoy, Miss Emma!!

Operation Irish Dancing Dress

A friend recently asked me to make her daughter an Irish dancing dress for Christmas and a matching dress for her American girl doll with this kind of flavor (or at least, this is one of the pictures she sent me):

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I’m excited–and a little intimidated. I have never seen an Irish dancing dress in person, but am pretty confident in my abilities to make one. It will be a tough project without an embroidery machine (I’ll be faking that part), but it should be interesting.

Here is the design.
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Thank goodness the husband is going to be out of town this week–I can’t wait to get down to working out the embroidery and designs. Just me, the puppy, and hopefully only a few late nights. Pictures to come later.

A Room With a View–Finally

From this:
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To this:
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To this:
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To this:
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To this.
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I had my first official appointment in my new office today. I can’t describe how wonderful it was.

No one walking through my living room to the bedroom.
No one cares if my dishes are done or living room is perfectly dusted (except, of course, that it always is, right? Right…)
No worries that my dog’s loud barking in the next room will disturb the fitting.
The chickens! No more of their squawking right under the window.
No worrying if someone is going through the desk drawers or eyeing our valuables for evil.

Best of all–appointments don’t disrupt the whole household.

Thank you, husband, for all your work. Enjoy remaining on the couch in your undies while I meet with clients.

Musings of a Sunday

I have made peace with the treadmill.

I used to hate–HAAAATE–the treadmill. Five minutes would feel like an hour, and 3 miles a marathon. Today, I found my zen at 4 miles. Not more, not less. Running at about a 9:05 pace, 4 miles takes just under 37 min. I am pleased with this.

However, I really felt the pressure was on. Why? Because in the nearly empty gym where at least 35 of the 40 treadmills were available, I had people choose the two machines right next to me.

Seriously.

One was a girl from my spin class. Now she knows how running at that pace makes me gasp like I’m dying. Running at that pace is not easy, and it makes me want to do this. Photobucket Pictures, Images and Photos
Paranoia that someone is checking out your pace/calorie count/time sucks.

Speaking of running, big congrats to my baby sister, who ran her 3rd hold marathon and PRed today!!! I’m so proud of her–she’s been rocking the paleo diet lately and has lost 20 lbs. What an inspirational Rockstar!!!

On the dress front, I had 5 appointments today. 3 bridesmaid dresses–perfect. Wedding gown 1–perfect. Wedding gown 2-a bit too tight. Simple to adjust, but the real magic was when bride 2 put on her dress. It had been about 6 sizes too big, and when she put it on and it fit for the first time (granted, a bit too tight), she cried.

That’s the beauty of doing bridal alterations–the moment when something off the rack becomes YOURS.

What’s better than pretty?

Shiny and pretty.

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Today I spent my lunch hour sewing a custom veil to metal comb for a client. This is my favorite type of lunchtime project.

Tomorrow was, in fact, another day

I am so pleased.

Eight miles this morning. Eight! I finally feel like I’m back.

This is also very impressive effort the morning after practically prom. The husband is a member of a local golf organization, and we attended the awards banquet last night. It had quite the “old boys club feel” complete with a gift presented each of the wives.
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It feels a little sexist and wrong to accept something for “letting” the husband hit the links once a month, but what the hell. I may as well set back feminism another couple of years and go get my nails done or buy a purse.

Busy morning so far. Up at 615, finished up the beaded dress, ran, church, cleaned up the massive mess that was my workroom, swept the house/cleaned, dropped the husband off to watch some football, appointment with a bride at 11:30, and then making dinner for tonight–this fabulous concoction of noodles, veggies, chicken, and chicken with rice soup.
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Yum. Tastes like my childhood with Kay, the casserole queen. Thanks Ma!

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