So, here’s an update on my daughter’s $27 poodle skirt. It turned out cute. And Iburnedaholeinit. What? Oh, umm. I burned a hole in it.
The baby was crying.
I was rushed.
My iron gets really hot.
And, I get distracted.
And I burned a hole in the very front of the skirt. Not a small hole. A big one.
And, the funny thing is that when it happened, I didn’t even panic. I picked up the iron, which was somewhat covered in sticky melted beautifully turquoise felt. And I thought, “Okay, gonna have to deal with THAT now.” It didn’t even surprise me that I had done it. It really is an accurate picture of how I do almost all crafts and projects. The hard way.
By some amazing miracle I happened to have some pink felt flowers on hand that matched my fabric, and I was able to cover my huge mistake with a little creative flower placement. Adelade never even knew anything happened. And I win Greatest Mom Ever in her mind.
She doesn’t know that I have a tendency to ruin clothing with my iron. (I went through a phase, right before my spilling-drinks-at-every-restaurant phase and right after my tripping-in-front-of-rooms-full-of-people phase when I scorched, melted, and ruined most things that I touched with an iron). Let’s hope this is just an isolated incident and not a new phase.
I’m wondering when my always-graceful-never-clumsy phase is going to start. Or my saying-the-right-thing-in-all-circumstances phase. Or even just my getting-places-on-time phase. I suppose there’s a season for everything in life. I’m just relieved the $27 skirt was fixable and that Adelade was pleased. Because I don’t want her my-mom-is-awesome phase to come to an end any time soon.
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