On Wednesday, Jess decided that she wanted a new dress. To be clear, she wanted to make said dress…not buy it. When I pushed back (ever so slightly)(because I knew I couldn’t help her)(I have no domestic skills)(but I do make a hell of a chicken soup)(that counts for something, right?) she called Grace to ask her the name of the fabric store where nothing costs more than $2.99 a yard which, even to my uneducated-in-the-language-of-sewing mind, seemed cheap, er, inexpensive enough to take the ride to parts unknown. Remember, Jess has been out of camp since July 28th and is not starting school until September 9th, so it is safe to say I would have driven just about anywhere and laid out cash for just about anything that would keep her busy for a few hours.*
We went to the store and chose the pattern, fabric, thread and notions necessary and headed home to start the project which I was going to be able to help her with exactly, well, not at all. In anticipation of a frustrating afternoon ahead, I asked my nav where the closest Dairy Queen was and, in hopes of capturing a pre-emptive soothing, drove the twenty-seven minutes and enjoyed a small, chocolate dipped cone. (Jess opted for a peanut butter cup Blizzard.)
As it turns out, I need not have taken in the calories after all.
With a little help from Jane (my next door neighbor who can do all those domestic things that I cannot) in the pinning department, this is the final result.
*When I read this to her and she heard that sentence, she looked at me, smiling and wide-eyed and said, “Really?!?”
p.s. If you happen to see her at temple next week in said dress…let her know what you think!
p.p.s. I know the zipper is a little crooked, but that just adds charm.
p.p.s. Yes, she owns a real mannequin. Doesn’t every not quite twelve year-old?