The title of this post could very well have been "Jo-Ann's - The Revenge". I figured, clearly quite incorrectly, that would be the best place for me to take my list of ingredients to hatch this dragon. Let me explain what I know about sewing...nothing. Or rather, to be more accurate, I know that it involves needles and thread, and that sewing machines have different needles to the ones you hand sew with, and that thread comes in a lot of different colors and types. This limited knowledge was like a Masters in Crafts compared to the "assistant" that tried to help me in Jo-Ann's. What made it all the more stressful was the smell of the enormous crap Ryleigh took as soon as we walked in that I had a sneaking suspicion was going to start leaking out of her diaper, into the stroller and all over the floor at any given moment.
All the fellow moms will know that there are places it's convenient to change a diaper, and places where you would rather let your kid sit in shit for ten minutes. Jo-Ann's is definitely the latter. Of course I didn't know that ten minutes could well have turned into three hours if I had waited to get some good advice or guidance. In the end I did what I do best, got indignant and then figured it out my own damn self. For those that are interested, when it came to diaper changing time, it was nearly as bad as I had forcasted.
The anticipation of starting this project that had been decided upon less than 24 hours ago was killing me, as if the successful completion of this dragon would have some bearing on my success as a parent generally. What I did not anticipate was how hard the damn cutting part would be. Easy enough for a twelve year old she said...a twelve year old with some kick ass scissors and tracing ability I say. Feeling only slightly handicapped, two hours later, I had a bunch of dragon pieces with wobbly lines, hopefully cut in the right stretch direction with fuzzy sides appropriately mirrored.
I was going to leave it at that for the day, because I was feeling quite accomplished, but the impatience that pretty much defines me took over, and I decided to try a little of the sewing. Here I did require some assistance from my mother, because in case you don't know, sewing machines are now much like space shuttles and require an engineering degree to operate. But I was quite pleased with myself that I at least figured out it had a stretch stitch, and since fleece is stretchy, picked that one, which worked quite well. Half an hour and a chopstick poke or two later, my little dragon has arms, ears and horns and I have just awarded myself Crafty Mama of the Year.
Thank you, thank you, you are too kind.
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