Invitation Accepted & Sewing Projects
Posted by thedarwinexception on November 19, 2007
So, the zombie lady has accepted the invitation to Thanksgiving dinner. I went over this afternoon and knocked on her door. I guess my last tirade at her was halfway effective, at first she wouldn’t open the door for me. I yelled through the door “Are you going to be here on Thursday?” Half knowing that she probably doesn’t know what day that is, since I heard her telling the APS lady that she didn’t keep track of days and months. She answered me by yelling ‘Yes”. And I yelled through the door “Well, Thursday is Thanksgiving! I want you to come over for dinner.” She still wouldn’t open the door and she just yelled back “oh no, I no impose.”
This kind of pissed me off, so I yelled to her “Open the door, I don’t want to yell.” And she did.
So then I said to her “Look, it’s not imposing if I invite you – it’s only imposing if you knock when I haven’t invited you – but this time, I’m inviting you. So I want you to come over – and I’ll come and get you early, so you can help with getting some of the stuff together, and we can hang around and watch the parade and you can warm up.” I only mentioned the “warm up” part, because it was fucking COLD in her house. The gas grill wasn’t going, I don’t know if she was conserving the propane tanks or whatever they are, or if the APS lady convinced her that it probably wasn’t a good idea to have the grill going in the house. But it was “see your breath” kind of cold up in there. Damn!
In the end, I’m not sure if it was the “warm up”, or the thought of the parade that prodded her to accept, but she finally said “well, Ok, I come, yes.” Then she asked what kind of beer Paul drank – because she wanted to bring something. I told her “Fuck if I know – Bud maybe? I’m not sure. Just bring yourself.” But she said she wanted to bring something – so she would bring beer. Then she asked me if I drank the Palm. I had no fucking clue what “the Palm” was, so I said – “The What? The Palm? What’s that?” And she said “The Palm – the palm, you drink the palm, no?” I told her I had no fucking clue what the palm was, and I was pretty sure I didn’t drink it. I said “No, I don’t drink the palm, I drink the DIET COKE.”
Finally she got the hint that I didn’t know what she was talking about and she said “No, the pomegranate – you drink the palm, no?” And I said “OH! Pomegranate – no, I don’t drink that.” But she promised to bring some – maybe it’s big in Russia – or among the undead. I don’t fucking know. But I ain’t drinking it
In other news, Val came by and picked up the stuff I had made for her little cutie boy. I ended up not sewing the ends of the fabric on the overall buckles. Here are the overalls
And here is the little shirt you can see peeking out from behind the overalls. It has snaps on the shoulder for easy access. I liked little shirts with shoulder snaps on them when my kids were little.
Here is the sweatsuit jacket – I love the little pockets that are on the front and the drawstring hood. It has a zipper in the front.
My favorite are these duckie PJ’s with the feet in them. I think they came out so cute. They are flannel – some of the flannel I bought at last year’s Joann’s Black Friday sale.
And to go with the duckie PJ’s – a duckie bathrobe. This is the first one I’ve made out of fleece – all of the duckie bathrobes I’ve made in the past have been out of terrycloth. I bought some blue terry to make the little dig bathrobe – but when I went looking for flannel for matching PJ’s and saw the duckie material, well, I had to make the duckie bathrobe – and I didn’t have yellow terry – just yellow fleece.
But I actually like it better in the fleece. So now when I go to Joan’s on Friday for the flannel sale, I’ll have to get some blue fleece for the dog bathrobe.