I did a thing yesterday. I made a fun-fun outfit for my kid for school. No one made me. I did this on purpose. And I only set off the fire alarms once…
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Spirit Week has some fun options but I get absolutely fixated on an idea for Monday’s Fleece or Flannel Day. I order some things from Amazon before I quit my free month of Prime. (Take that, Jeff B.!)
I cobble together a complete outfit, but his pants have a problem. They are too comfortable. Too easy-to-wear for public venues. So…beltloops are the answer.
Last night I learned the truth the universe has hidden from me–beltloops are the devil’s accessory. I have also learned that I will pay anyone whatever they ask to never have to add beltloops again! (I paid someone $1250 to have a tree removed last week that I swear took less time that it took me to make these damned loops from hell.)
I begin my project by waiting until the absolute last minute to start it.
[Sidebar: I have my first ADHD testing tomorrow; I wonder what I will learn?]
First up…I have to find my supplies that were hidden during a recent curse/plague/scourge that required stuffing nearly all of my house in garbage bags. Be grateful you are only hearing about pants today.
I ask the internet how to make beltloops. It is only so helpful.
I hunt, I search, I eventually find. I snip. I cut. I iron. (Setting off the fire alarm in the process.) I pin. I poke myself about eleventy-billion times. Ow.

I ask my internet what the hell this thing is on my sewing machine? The internet suggested I go find a manual and look it up myself. Sigh.

I only sew only one of the things on the wrong way…and I had a seam ripper to pull it apart and sew it back on correctly. I call that a victory.

It takes me about 5 hours to put 8 beltloops of questionable construction in place.

The next morning, I dress the boy in all-over orange and greyish black flannel plaid with orange argyle socks.
You can’t even see the beltloops in place. But trust me, they are there! And I am very proud that this day is over.

Now to find something Black and Orange for tomorrow! What a shame he can’t wear this two days in a row!
Just seeing a sewing machine makes my pulse race. Good job, Kiri!!!!
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Are you saying sewing makes you hot and bothered, Martha? I’m sure there’s a randy story there. Ooh la la, hem stitches!
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No, I’m saying I hate sewing. 😀
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Hah. Duly noted!
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Lovely outfit!! I’m glad the belt loops were completed in time! I remember one year son#2 needed to have an outfit and wanted to be “the Rubberband Man” of song fame. I sewed bundles of rubberbands onto a sweatshirt! That was a real chore!! But he was very happy with the outfit (I think he also sang the song with enthusiasm as only a 2nd grader can do)!
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I had to go find a link to the song. I haven’t heard it since I was a child! Sadly, no video accompanies it. This must have been pre-MTV!
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It was a while ago!! But my kids loved that song and memorized the lyrics…
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that is seriously impressive!
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Well done. I understand I hate sewing machines without apologies. They are evil. The only things I ever made were for Halloween. After that I took another path.
What were you this year?? I was a granny witch. 🎃
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This year I phoned it in. I wore light-up earrings and a necklace of crescent moons–though one of the batteries in the left earring was dead. Aww. I also handed out as much candy as the kids’ parents allowed them to take. I will be the bad influence in children besides my own!
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