Things that made me smile today.....
- a hot bottle warmer at my feet
- my goose down comforter
- the above picture
- Starbucks Chai Latte
"Good Morning Mom!" Nicolas said, and pointed to his creative moment. I laughed, while struggling with my next project. Never in all the time I have been sewing, would I think to make a smiley face out of my pins. LOL. He is a creative one my boy.
Ottobre Pants - 3/2003 - Size 74 - #9
Everytime I make a pair of pants from Ottobre, especially in the wintertime, I always encounter the same problems. First of all, the fit of the front crotch. It is huge. Probably made to fit a baby with diapers. I end up with this enormous amount of fabric in the front crotch, and not enough in the back. Second of all, the length. They are too short for what I had in mind. I lined these gorgeous pants with a jersey knit so she would remain warm in the winter. I purposely traced a size 86 in length in the hopes she could have cuffs on the bottom. Nope, the length is perfect with a pair of shoes on.
Then to make matters worse, I put in the elastic this morning (using the Ottobre method) and it had stretched out way too much. She is 19in. in the waist. I cut off three inches, and it was just too big. So I sat myself down, and planned on ripping out all of my stitches, when it occurred to me that I could possibly draw a smaller piece of elastic through, and make them fit. Great shortcut, however trying to pull elastic through such thick corduroy really took a toll on my hands and fingers. I intend to use this pattern again, and make notes with every pattern change in the hopes that this does not happen again to me. I love the width of the them, but not the width of the hips. I cannot wait for her to grow a bit, so I can use some different patterns.
Olivia - Part 2#
Sometimes life has a way of turning out just right. First of all thank you Sandra for the good advice. I will try to emphasize more of the positive things that I see Olivia doing in the hopes that she changes or understands.
Last night, shortly after turning off my light, I heard her little footsteps coming down the hallway. My room was very dark, so I could not see her enter. I waited for her to say something, as I heard her breathing. She finally said "Mommy?" Since her nightly visits are becoming quite regular, I thought it best to ignore her. However, she did not go. She just stood there, quietly. Once more I heard "Mommy?". No longer able to ignore her, I turned to her and said "Olivia, please go back to bed". She turned quietly and walked back to her room. Thinking to myself how easy that was, I began to close my eyes, but I suddenly heard her crying through the baby monitor. I waited, and waited in the hopes that she would stop. I finally got out of bed and stumbled into her room, and sat down next to her bed. I quietly whispered in her ear "I love you!" Her crying stopped. I turned to walk out of her room, and she started crying again. Too tired to think, I picked her up and brought her back into my bed. Yes, I know. That was definitely the wrong thing to do, but under these circumstances, I just cannot find the strength at this time of the day. I asked her if she was comfortable, and she turned around and said "Yes mommy. I don't want another mommy, I want you mommy!" I smiled as she held my hand and fell asleep.
