Tuesday, February 27, 2007
The Seamstress
My seamstress showed up yesterday. She didn't really have a choice. My project planner and organizer teamed up against her last week. They were determined to get some of the stacks off the bedroom floor.
Their method is vicious - they move things to obvious places and it forces everyone into action. Bags to be delivered to the thrift store and bags to go to the resale shop were set by the door - you basically had to walk around them to get out of the house. And on Friday they moved the mending stack and the sewing project to the kitchen. They even had the nerve to get out the sewing machine and all the goodies needed for projects!
I was able to manuever around them for the weekend, but on Monday morning my seamstress showed up. She managed to get the mending done before lunch. After lunch the real work began.
The project should be simple - just some valances for a couple of bedroom windows. She set up the machine, got out the fabric, and searched for the paper with all the measurements written on it. One look at the paper reminded her why she had been avoiding this project. There was no pattern to follow, only her own ideas and lots of numbers resembling a math word problem. She hates math word problems!!
Another issue came to mind - she was going this project alone. No Mom to help. No Q to help. Not even Real Soprano was there to double check the figures and give assurance that all would be well. There was a huge possibility of failure and she was hesitant to begin.
The life coach stepped in and gave her the "what's the worse thing that could happen?" speech. After recalculating, measuring , and praying the first cutting began.
As I said, the project should be simple. Well, except for the fact that the valances needed lined. That part of the project provided challenges for the seamstress.
Of course, she began with the valance that had almost 6 yards of fabric - we would hate to begin with the smaller one that would be much easier to fix if anything went wrong. And go wrong, it did.
My youngest son asked her how many times she was going to say "crap" while he was helping her at a critical point in the project. I was proud of her when she muttered "sorry". Sometimes my seamstress is the kind of girl that would reply, "As many times as I want to, buddy!"
After the problem was discovered and solved, in no short amount of time, it was quite literally time for bed.
My seamstress showed up again today - she had to finish the project.
simple faith
My seamstress showed up yesterday. She didn't really have a choice. My project planner and organizer teamed up against her last week. They were determined to get some of the stacks off the bedroom floor.
Their method is vicious - they move things to obvious places and it forces everyone into action. Bags to be delivered to the thrift store and bags to go to the resale shop were set by the door - you basically had to walk around them to get out of the house. And on Friday they moved the mending stack and the sewing project to the kitchen. They even had the nerve to get out the sewing machine and all the goodies needed for projects!
I was able to manuever around them for the weekend, but on Monday morning my seamstress showed up. She managed to get the mending done before lunch. After lunch the real work began.
The project should be simple - just some valances for a couple of bedroom windows. She set up the machine, got out the fabric, and searched for the paper with all the measurements written on it. One look at the paper reminded her why she had been avoiding this project. There was no pattern to follow, only her own ideas and lots of numbers resembling a math word problem. She hates math word problems!!
Another issue came to mind - she was going this project alone. No Mom to help. No Q to help. Not even Real Soprano was there to double check the figures and give assurance that all would be well. There was a huge possibility of failure and she was hesitant to begin.
The life coach stepped in and gave her the "what's the worse thing that could happen?" speech. After recalculating, measuring , and praying the first cutting began.
As I said, the project should be simple. Well, except for the fact that the valances needed lined. That part of the project provided challenges for the seamstress.
Of course, she began with the valance that had almost 6 yards of fabric - we would hate to begin with the smaller one that would be much easier to fix if anything went wrong. And go wrong, it did.
My youngest son asked her how many times she was going to say "crap" while he was helping her at a critical point in the project. I was proud of her when she muttered "sorry". Sometimes my seamstress is the kind of girl that would reply, "As many times as I want to, buddy!"
After the problem was discovered and solved, in no short amount of time, it was quite literally time for bed.
My seamstress showed up again today - she had to finish the project.
simple faith
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She didn't really have a choice.
Unfortunately, obsessively, the following quote learned in grade school haunts me:
When a job is once begun,
Never leave it 'til it's done.
Be the job great or small,
Do it well or not at all.
Scary isn't it??
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Unfortunately, obsessively, the following quote learned in grade school haunts me:
When a job is once begun,
Never leave it 'til it's done.
Be the job great or small,
Do it well or not at all.
Scary isn't it??
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