Monday, May 24, 2010

Shhh...Mommy's having a meltdown!

Once I finished weeping at the sewing table, things started to look up.

Last night, having put the supper dishes up to soak, I realized I still needed crank out the traditional Birthday Shirt for Shani (who turned two today).  It would have been easy enough to re-use the generic "Birthday Girl" shirt that--miraculously-- still fits her from last year, but I'm pretty sure that the guilt would've devoured me whole.  So, at 10:30, out came the freezer paper, some fabulous blue polka dot fabric, and the fusible webbing.  (Except, of course, that the fusible webbing was AWOL, so I fudged it with a thin coat of Fabric Fusion and went blithely about the business of Martha-ing.)  The shirt was cute, with its polka dotted two, but something was missing.  "Yo-yo's!"  I exclaimed to Esti, who had stayed up to watch the madness keep me company.  "On the straps," she agreed, and I headed back to the Haven o' Craft in search of a needle and thread and some snazzy buttons.  Emerging half an hour later, yo-yo's anchored firmly in place, I decided to call it a night.  I'd been feeling dizzy all day, and all that was left to do was a quick zig-zag around the applique. (Insert creepy music fraught with foreboding here.  You know you want to.)

I awoke with a raging migraine, still dizzy, and the vague feeling that I'd been flattened by a fleet of Harleys while I slept.  I stumbled into the H o' C, half-finished shirt in hand, and sat down at the machine.  Quietly, prayerfully, I wound the bobbin.  Patiently, carefully, I threaded the machine.  Inhaling deeply, I set my foot on the pedal and began to sew.  Another deep breath as I  unpicked the vile mess that had issued from my needle.  And yet another, as I gaped at the hole in the shirt where my first stitches had been. (At this point I progressed from deep breaths to gasping sobs.) 

 I grabbed for the box of fabric paints and dug frenziedly till I'd found a color close enough to fool the uninitiated, and used the means most readily available to me to  disguise the evidence of my woeful ineptitude.  (We will not discuss, at this juncture, my inherent craft snobbery.  We will say only that fabric paint and fun foam are tied for first place in my book as Icky Materials Resorted to Only in Times of Dire Need.)  Teeth gritted, stomach churning, I made do with what I had.  It wasn't what I'd hoped for.  It didn't scream "I have a clever and nurturing mother who loves me enough to make me a birthday shirt." But it was done, and I was, too. I stashed the Birthday Shirt from Hell an top of the fridge to dry and went to wake the troops.

I know that my little birthday girl will never know the difference.  I know that if she did, she wouldn't care.  And I know, deep in my heart of hearts, that the sewing machine (and I) could use a little professional help.


  1. The shirt looks wonderful! It obviously has pieces of your heart attached to it. I laughed as I read this post, I've been in exactly the same place!

  2. It's gorgeous. And you did well to vanquish those evil fairies of Time, Migraine and Fuzzy Paint. You did well, mama Bear. Now go lie down you crazy cow.

  3. Oh sweetie...I cried and then laughed for you. Couldn't you just pick up your sewing machine and hurl it out the window at times!! It turned out wonderfully anyway! Looks like you have a lovely day :)

  4. I've been out of the loop for awhile, but you have been a very very busy mama! The shirt is great (and I wholeheartedly agree on fabric paint) and your little 2yo is adorable. Your little one and mine have very close bdays. Love the coop, the bookmarks, the 100th, the matching blue dots party, all of it...wonderful.

  5. You did it! The tradition is intact! I totally get it (that's why I'm sitting here instead of getting the sleep I need) - you've done good, Mama, and one day, when they've moved out, we'll miss it. We'll be more rested, but we made the grade when it counted. Well done!


Thanks for taking the time to makes me feel a little less like I'm talking to myself again.