I am not a seamstress.
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But I have to make Hannah's Sacagawea costume for her school play, so we're going to do it the old-fashioned way: trial and error, lay her out on the fabric and draw around her body, and hand-stitch because I don't even own a sewing machine. Not even one of those cheap little hemmers, although I'm really tempted to race over to Bed Bath & Beyond and pick one of them up today.
At least I already have the fabric. *beam* One thing I did in advance.
The play is Thursday night at 6:30;
cedricsmistress and
carlythemeek are going to join us for the occasion. Then on Friday it's someone elses's vision of Prisoner of Azkaban day. I feel so left out. Lots of people have already seen it, but this is a Spoiler-Free Zone. Keep that in mind. The only reviews I've read were
sff_corgi's ('cause she's my OTG) and Newsweek's, because it was sitting there on the counter.
I like how gracefully I flowed The Incredible Westward Movement (as performed by 3rd- and 4th-graders) into Prisoner of Azkaban.
It's almost
hellcatjelybean's birthday... wonder what her alter-egos are going to do for her?
There was yet another cat outside my door this morning. All black. Took off like a bat out of hell when I came to the door to let the boys out, though. I love you, stray kitty, but stay away. Please. Hemingway was right: one cat leads to another.
At least I already have the fabric. *beam* One thing I did in advance.
The play is Thursday night at 6:30;
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I like how gracefully I flowed The Incredible Westward Movement (as performed by 3rd- and 4th-graders) into Prisoner of Azkaban.
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There was yet another cat outside my door this morning. All black. Took off like a bat out of hell when I came to the door to let the boys out, though. I love you, stray kitty, but stay away. Please. Hemingway was right: one cat leads to another.
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Date: 2004-05-30 05:53 pm (UTC)Just wondering ...
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Date: 2004-05-31 12:04 am (UTC)Thanks for looking out for me.
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Date: 2004-05-30 11:37 pm (UTC)Well, we're prepared to be perfectly cooperative if she decides to sit down and do some writing...
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Date: 2004-05-31 02:23 am (UTC)On second thought, maybe that should be Maeve's job.
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