So when I last left you I had the materials and a plan, but no sewing machine. Purim has come and gone, so here is the story of my tutu.
I realized that my next step really needed to involve the acquisition of a sewing machine. Luckily our neighbors have one. They also have a tiny, precious, new baby. Just saying.
After Dad dug the tutu out of the closet and sent me all those great pictures, Mom got home and got involved as well. She measured the width of each gather, the distance between each layer. She measured and wrote down all the information I could possibly need. We video chatted. She offered to mail me my tutu. Dad raced down to get it in the mail, only to find that it was too late to go out that day, and to next-day it would cost over $30. As much as I want to have my tutu here with me, I just couldn’t see spending that much to mail it. Also, I was still determined to make my vision come true.
Thursday afternoon I rushed home from work and picked up the machine. I laid all the netting and tulle out on the floor. I did all the math (which was more difficult that it probably should have been) to adjust the measurements Mom sent from my white tutu to the new tutu. I started to measure. I began to cut. Things were getting exciting.
I made one gather. Hot. Mess. I made another gather. Okay, this one worked.
At this point in the story it is relevant to share with you that I live with my cousins (well he is my cousin by genetics, she is my cousin because she was awesome enough to marry him). It is also incredibly important that you know that she is pregnant. Not just a little pregnant, but on the day I was sewing, she was 4 days away from her due date. Okay, now that you know that I will continue.
I have made two gathers, but one will never see the light of day. An hour or two have passed since I walked in with the sewing machine. My cousin isn’t feeling so hot. She is taking a nap on the couch. Now, I have never been pregnant, but I have heard that flu like symptoms can be a sign of labor being imminent. Although at this stage in pregnancy isn’t labor always imminent? I also couldn’t help but notice that when she walked to the couch to lie down she was waddling. Like really waddling (sorry, but you were). This was new; hadn’t happened yet. Something was different.
I sat on the floor with all my netting and thought. I was conflicted, probably more than I should have been. I stared at my yards of netting and tulle. I stared at the sleeping pregnant lady. And I thought.
I came to the conclusion that if labor were to start on this night or even the next there was a very real chance I would be too busy to finish all 10 layers of the tutu. And even if I did finish all the layers, would I have time to sew them on?
If you read my last post, you know how irrationally committed I was to this tutu. But watching the napping pregnant lady, I knew I was far more committed to her, my cousin, the baby, and being part of what I have dubbed “Team Labor and Delivery”, than I was to some costume.
So I folded the netting in half length-wise. Then in half again. I sewed a casing. I measured the elastic and I began to gather all 20 yards of netting.
By the time we went to get frozen yogurt for dinner (hey, who am I to argue with a pregnant lady), I had a tutu. It wasn’t the tutu I had in mind, the one I had been dreaming of, but it was fluffy and it would work.
Friday after work, I added glitter. This happened outside, because that is where glitter belongs. Also, I am pretty sure glitter and spray glue in the house would make most homeowners apoplectic.
The glittery tutu went into a box in the garage.
Saturday night the box was put in the trunk of the car as to avoid getting glitter all over the car.
Standing on Pearl Street, I stepped into my tutu, added the glittery ribbons as streamers and off we went!
The party was a blast. The actual party, not me, I was The Party, but what I mean was the event was great. I think walking around throwing confetti at people and being covered in glitter might be my new calling in life. I am still finding glitter and confetti on and in things that I didn’t even have with me Saturday night, and multiple friends have reported evidence of the party at their house.
And if you were wondering, still no baby. But I do have extra confetti to celebrate his arrival when he does show up.