This past week we continued our Christmas celebrations in Indiana, visiting my parents. This shall be remembered as the Cupcake Christmas -- my sister-in-law provided dessert in the form of a cupcake sampler from a shop in Lafayette. She cut them up so we could try the different flavors.
Action shot of a bacon cupcake sampling (the base is supposed to taste like pancake; the frosting was very light and fluffy, with a maple flavor):
I also forced the kids to play some of their recital pieces in the main lobby, which is always popular with the people around there, but fairly unpopular with the Thalia and Annabeth:
Then back home late Wednesday night, by which time I was thinking ahead to our next adventure, which was a wedding Friday afternoon. I had absolutely nothing to wear. So Thursday morning after taking Thalia to the doctor for yet another vax for the trip to the Dominican Republic, I went to Hancock Fabric and got some poly/rayon ponteroma (on sale for 30% off, plus I had a coupon for 15% my purchase -- woot!). I used Butterick 5523, purchased months ago on sale.
I slapped it together Thursday afternoon and evening. Unfortunately, I chose the size to make based on my measurements and the fact that I had read a review that it was snug through the bodice back. When I tried it on I looked like a little girl playing dress up in her mom's closet -- I was swimming in it. That's when I remember that a prime measure for choosing a dress size when sewing is the shoulders -- mine are narrow. So I took the sleeves off, undid the side seams, walloped about a half inch off all of the vertical seams, and sewed it back up (fortunately I hadn't serged it, choosing instead to use a narrow zigzag, which was pretty easy to rip out). It was still a little loose, so I put a couple of tucks in the back, made the self-belt thingy, for which I covered a couple of buttons in the purple fabric (I had some large button forms already -- who knows why those were in the button box, but I'm glad they were there), tacked the belt over the tucks, and was ready to go.
In the meantime, Thalia had tried on all of her fancy dresses and discovered that the ones that were an appropriate length no longer fit. She asked if I could take in the bodice of her 8th grade graduation dress (Simplicity 4070), which was now too big and baggy (as she's gotten taller she's apparently gotten more slender). This time she styled it with a big black belt and taller shoes.
It would be better with black shoes, of course. And the bandaid (from the vax) on her arm brought to mind a tattoo, which I suggested as being sort of edgy with this dress. Also, a black leather jacket would be edgy, not that she owns one.
So now she has visions of making another of these, but in red with black lace, for a future formal dance. Also a leather jacket and 6 inch black heels. No tattoo, though.
The giant Christmas tree at the Metropolitan Building:
View from our table up on the 42nd floor:
Thalia was seated at the other end of the room, with a view of the Arch. And Rick was running around talking to people when someone offered to take the picture. The wedding was really beautiful, by the way. The bridesmaids wore purple dresses with little belts in the back (just like me!), except theirs were floaty chiffon.
And I think that's the END of Christmas.