Cockeyed

Just another DIY wedding post. I've been learning so many things this past week!!!

For instance, after purchasing impatiens and vinca for the terracotta pots for the dinner tables at the reception, a friend told me Downy Mildew (DM) has been annihiliting impatiens since it was carried up the eastern seaboard from Florida. The Impatiens Killer hitched a ride with Hurricane Sandy.  So, yes, maybe I've been watching too much Fringe but DM could be zombie aliens from another universe. Except it traveled over water.

Aunties came to help plant the pots. You are the best! 

I am happily putting my dress together. Sewing along, my machine and I hum like happy idiots. I find the sleeves not fitting in the armholes. Seam rip and hum. Examine the pattern. Whistle while I work. More sleeves in the trash. Back to the fabric store (picking up New Guinea impatiens along the way and no longer whistling). I wisely go to muslin for the sleeve. I begin to wonder if "ease" isn't a Rastafarian way to say insert the sleeve into the armhole: "Just ease dose sleeve in, mon." 

 A google search later confirms that ease is not just a verb but rather a nerb. Ease being a technique AND  verb (noun+verb=nerb). 

Try on the dress again just to be sure it really doesn't fit, when I notice that the darts are - shall we say -  cockeyed. And then everything begins to look cockeyed to me. 

Cockeyed

Which reminded me of a long-ago beach conversation with my sister
in which we addressed the issue of cockeyed
(being in our bathing suits)
 much to the eternal humiliation of my daughter 
who finally, wisely, went for a swim.

So it is back to the drawing board for me, as I struggle to retain my sense of humor and keep in mind all of the things I'm learning. (!!!!)

PS: Happy Birthday, nearly-wed, much humiliated Daughter. The moment you were born is etched in my mind forever. This post is dedicated to you and your wild stories.  xo Mom