this poor dress
I made this dress to replace the one that did not fit right. And, honestly, stressed me out because it was too bright. I realized when I wore the old dress I would start to feel anxious after about three hours. I love this black plaid. Very simple. I feel very elegant. I just need a black linen apron over it all the time.
I needed an apron with this dress so badly yesterday. This dress got peed on. It got apple juice spilled on it. It helped a not so small boy learn how to climb a tree. It got rocks thrown at it. Sticks and acorns too. All the while, I was outside in it in 100 degree heat. Yes, it was dry heat but it was still hot.
We were taking our nephew back home to his Mommy. This includes about a three hour drive. We dropped off knives for a new upscale kitchen supply store opening in Austin, TX, Metier Cook's Supply. Thirteen knives dropped off with two small boys in a store that is still in unpacking stages. They open Sunday but there were not even close yesterday.
On the way to our Nephew's Mommy's, our truck started having mechanical problems. Hence, the above actions taken to the dress. It is hard to feel elegant when you are being pelted with "tiny rocks" or going over the mechanics of climbing a tree. It was a long evening. Or maybe the better way to say it, is that it was an early morning.
The dress held up very well. I just need to remember to carry a pinafore with me at all times. I need to take one to work with me but I think I really need to pick up some more black linen for that. I will stash it in my bicycle bag or in the drawer of my filing cabinet that is full of woolens. I almost have a different wardrobe in my filing cabinet. It is as if a thousand miles or more north. It was an alpaca type of day in the office today.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow should be better. Maybe Mr. John Hill will come by and figure out the wiring to the lights in the living space. They stopped working but the boyos did seem to enjoy the troubleshooting. No lights does mean early to bed. How lovely!
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