… that I’ll have a finished project to show you this weekend. It’s at that stage where it’s half done, but the second half will probably go faster than the first half. That’s because I spent much of the first half trying to figure out the order of construction on this beast.
Oh, that’s right, I haven’t come out and actually said what it is, right? Sorry. Well you probably already figured it out, but the specifics are that “It” is a Latin competition dress with 24 inch fringe, and a heavily stoned center front panel. It’s for Stephanie, one of the teachers at the ballroom studio where DS the Younger dances. It’s really a lot of fun figuring these things out, but boy oh boy, wouldn’t it be nice to have instructions on how to make a fringed, fully lined Latin competition dress? I have searched but no, no instructions, and sorry – I’m afraid I won’t be the one to write the first ones. I’m just winging that mother.
The leotard pieces went together quickly, and here you can see a mockup that I sent to Stephanie, showing the fringe pinned to the outer leotard. The cowl-y thing is the CF panel pinned to the body just for placement test.
I’ll do a full review when it’s finished.
So here’s the other story about DS the Younger this week. You know the game “Manhunt”? Well, I do now, thanks very much. During a game earlier on Monday night, DS the Younger slipped on wet grass (thunderstorms, don’t you know) and pulled his groin and chipped his hipbone along the growth plate. We spent 5 hours Monday night in the ER at Winchester Hospital. I found out a couple of interesting things from that experience. First: contrary to what I have always believed, never having been a denizen of the ER, the busiest night in any ER (according to the ER attending) is Monday night. Not Friday, not Saturday. Monday.
Second, at 2:00 in the morning, the ER at Winchester Hospital (along with every other hospital, anywhere in the world) turns into the drunk tank. We were surrounded by various and sundry people (“I was drinking. I guess I just don’t know my limits.” “Mmmfaubh mmmagaghgmf” “Okay, let’s X-ray her foot” “Security!”)
The good news is that he’s okay; he just needs to not dance for the next couple of weeks. Teenagers, ya know?