Mamalicious, if you happen to be reading, stop right now and look away–this one’s about you (mostly)!
It has been a literal fashion sweatshop at my house for the last week, with the weekend hitting fever pitch of sewing mania. Did I seem distracted? Blame it on the sewing. Did I write lots of typos? Blame it on the sewing. Did I eat the most boring food alive? Blame. It. On. The. Sewing.
There is a reason for this all, though. As a condition of my six-week sojourn at Chez Mamalicious (the longest since I left home nine years ago–eek!), a list of Laura Must-Do’s has been issued to me. These conditions include:
- The almost-daily making of delicious lunches to the satisfaction of Mamalicious’s taste buds and dietary requirements (we’re talking lots of salad here, people)
- The clearing out and cleaning up of basement and attic (hi, like I didn’t hate cleaning the basement when it flooded with yuckwaters last Christmas! However, the attic is fair game, since that’s where the material evidence of my pre-Britain and pre-Trinidad life is boxed up–did you know I actually have “good cutlery” up in thurr? Yeah, I forgot about it too…)
- The making of a wardrobe for Mamalicious to teach in and leave her students agog at her fashionable adorableness
The first has been tackled appropriately, with a list of good eats for Mamalicious now living in my wallet, ready to be whipped out each time I think of something nice to add to it. I hope she has a discount with a local funky-lettuce grower because, like I said, Mama and I are eating more (well-embellished) grass than the cows out in the fields this summer.
The second? Ach. I’m bringing a bottle of duty-free rum and a bottle of duty-free tequila into Chez Mamalicious to deal with clearing out the basement and attic. I’m much better (read: reckless) at tossing old junk when I’m intoxicated–in fact, that’s the only way to do this, as far as I’m concerned.
The third? Well, Mamalicious is getting the wardrobe I would have made myself this summer, had I not been slaving over making it for her.
I’m hooking her up with this skirt:
In these patterns:
She’s also getting a gorgeous shift dress similar to this one (the sleeveless belted one, possibly made A-line in the skirt):
In this beauty of a floral explosion:
And a shirt-dress like my very own beloved Frankensteined dress:
In this enviable navy-and-white abstract floral/blobby print:
With such cute, painstakingly-selected buttons that I almost regret making this for her instead of for me:
She’s also netting a few A-line shift dresses like this one:
In some gorgeous saturated solids–I’m thinking orange, a magenta of some kind, and a green, with fabrics to be procured over the next couple of days. It’ll be easy sewing to keep busy with while I’m visiting–and she has about a week’s worth of summery work clothes that I’ll have made to tide her over while I work on those for about a week.
She’s got me so busy that I’ve had to forgo reading my guilty-pleasure George Pelecanos crime drama in the interest of getting these selfish sewing endeavors finished:
In other words, I’m giving up Dexter and DC crime for my Mama’s dresses. If that doesn’t earn me free passes to her Zumba class and unlimited use of her bike (to train for my Ride For Roswell), I don’t know what does. There’d better b a grand reception at the airport, complete with tulips and champagne, for her seamstress. That’s all I’m saying.
Do you get sucked into any particular tasks when you go home? Are there things you volunteer to do for the family when you go home to visit?
One thing I will happily and easily provide is a tuna lunch like today’s:
Tuna mixed with spicy mustard, mayo, lime zest, tomatoes, pepper, and black pepper, served on crunchy whole-wheat pita. We’ll be seeing a lot of this, modeled on her pretty plates! I can’t wait to use her lovely collection of plates and I’m sure that you can’t wait to see different plates either, so watch this space…
But before that, stay posted for my Core Fusion Sport review tomorrow. If I can move in the morning, that is.