Please save me.
Save my from myself.
Last week when I realized that even if the traditional family blessing gown is found in time it probably wouldn’t fit Early Bird anyway, I decided to continue in my husband’s grandmother’s tradition, and make a gown to be passed on for posterity.
But I’m an idiot, and didn’t even bother looking for sewing patterns, I went straight to crochet patterns. And instead of finding a pattern using yarn, I fell in love with a pattern for crochet thread.
Not only am I unfamiliar with the medium, but I exponentially multiplied the time required to finish the project.
I thought I had a week and a half, which is unrealistic to complete the gown. But with the family coming in and all the festivities, I only have one week. I’ve become a woman possessed, although the math doesn’t add up and I know I can’t finish it in time, I’m trying anyway. The dishes aren’t done, and the crib has become the final resting spot for the clean, unfolded laundry. The boys have been reasonably tolerant but I’m working on borrowed time.
It’s all for this, mostly. I’ve tweaked the pattern a little.