So I was standing with the other moms at a kid's party--a little girl's tea-party type birthday party this past Sunday--and we were standing there talking about things, about how well some of the kids are doing on their spelling tests, etc.
[BTW: Know that HWWV is pacing behind me right now, waxing on about Spam, and not the e-mail type, so I'm having trouble concentrating, hearing about how his grandfather used to fry it all up.]
Anyway, we were waiting for the girls to eat cake and someone asks me how I do it, how Girlfriend does well on her spelling tests and whatnot, because . . . there just isn't enough time in the day to study, etc. So I ask her what time they all get home and they say 7:30 p.m. or later, and I tell them that we come home right after school and then we sit down and work on the stuff and then it's over, and then we play and make dinner.
"So she's not into Karate and all that?"
"No, not Karate, but she does have an art class and a dance class."
"But that's during school hours, not after school."
"She's five." I say.
And then the mom with the Chanel flats and the $800 or more LV bag gives me a glare and a nice-type sneer and declares: "You stay home, don't you! What a complete and total and luxury!"
Tell me about it.
So here's what I have been working on. I know, I'm all glammed up to high heaven but let me tell you, the outift didn't really work out with the lighting we had because this happens to be a short sleeve crop-top and the black undershirt doesn't show like it should. At any rate, the pattern is ready; it has been tech edited, but we still need to find a time to photograph it correctly and in such a way as to not to draw stares. (I have instructions for long sleeves in the pattern, too, BTW.)