The frock had it's day
Finished the frock on Friday after emergency alteration .. the basic pattern had a design fault. For shorties it was necessary to alter the paper pattern, taking it up 4 inches before cutting the fabric. Unfortunately, the rear slit was not lowered accordingly so when I tried the dress on downstairs and ran up to see what it looked like in the mirror, I thought there was a bit of a breeze. The mirror confirmed there was a very 'cheeky' rear view!
The party the frock went to was in a very pleasant garden setting. That I may have wobbled was due entirely (oh yeah?) to walking in high shoes on bumpy grass. Trouble was the champagne glass kept getting refilled. OK, I was the one that drank it.
Hot weekend, huh? I took in some sun around mid-day today ... well, I AM English! ... probably along with a few mad dogs, except I did remember to use sun block. Low factor but don't feel any the worse for wear.
I met a nice lady at the party and am going out to visit her shortly to see her garden.
I had an escort to the party. A third date, no less. But I'm a jinx. The first time he managed to concuss himself and needed stitches and this time a front crown fell out. Only other time I got to a third date I poisoned the poor chap, with mussels.
The saying is third time lucky but that's probably for people who aren't hexed or hexers!
Vinegar and brown paper mended Jack's broken crown, a dentist is necessary nowdays! I'm on a final warning with one of mine. Last time it fell out the ensuing gap felt like the Channel Tunnel. If it happens again it's a £3K screw in jobbie. I've friends who have had this type of dental work and though they swear by it afterwards at the time they say it's really painful ... the only good part being that they lose weight because they can't eat! I've already gone down three sizes. I'll need a pantechnican to carry away my over-sized clothes.
It's difficult parting with clothes, I find. I always think I'll put weight back on .. on the other hand I tend to be optimistic about losing it, too and have resurrected one or two items lain unused for a year or 3!
Enuf pondering. Off to see the lady's garden.
The party the frock went to was in a very pleasant garden setting. That I may have wobbled was due entirely (oh yeah?) to walking in high shoes on bumpy grass. Trouble was the champagne glass kept getting refilled. OK, I was the one that drank it.
Hot weekend, huh? I took in some sun around mid-day today ... well, I AM English! ... probably along with a few mad dogs, except I did remember to use sun block. Low factor but don't feel any the worse for wear.
I met a nice lady at the party and am going out to visit her shortly to see her garden.
I had an escort to the party. A third date, no less. But I'm a jinx. The first time he managed to concuss himself and needed stitches and this time a front crown fell out. Only other time I got to a third date I poisoned the poor chap, with mussels.
The saying is third time lucky but that's probably for people who aren't hexed or hexers!
Vinegar and brown paper mended Jack's broken crown, a dentist is necessary nowdays! I'm on a final warning with one of mine. Last time it fell out the ensuing gap felt like the Channel Tunnel. If it happens again it's a £3K screw in jobbie. I've friends who have had this type of dental work and though they swear by it afterwards at the time they say it's really painful ... the only good part being that they lose weight because they can't eat! I've already gone down three sizes. I'll need a pantechnican to carry away my over-sized clothes.
It's difficult parting with clothes, I find. I always think I'll put weight back on .. on the other hand I tend to be optimistic about losing it, too and have resurrected one or two items lain unused for a year or 3!
Enuf pondering. Off to see the lady's garden.
posted by Pykspeeks Rides Again at 6/19/2005 06:03:00 pm
4 Comments:
Am I the only one wondering what led to a concussion first time out and losing a tooth this time? I think we deserve to know!
Ah, I wasn't physically present so I wasn't actually responsible. I'm just the disaster waiting to happen :)
I'm more taken by the fact that you've lost 3 sizes! Wow! I have several sizes of clothing in my closet, too, but I only seem to be going into the larger ones and not the smaller ones. I would have quite an extensive wardrobe if I would just stop stuffing myself. Like you and your champagne, I'm the one putting food in my mouth. Doesn't make me wobbly, but does make me rounder!
That's 3 sizes over the last year. The minute I think aboutlosing weight, i.e. for the last holiday, I put it on, so I've given up thinking about it! On the other hand, I decided to update my wardrobe with some of the latest fashions and had just decided I was the lower size and darn me had to get the smaller one yet! No chance of me disappearing though!
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