In the meantime, that head-thunking pool plunge I had was my first and thusfar last, for while I was in there, all the elastic in my lycra swim dress popped, creating a teensy, weird, white fur and extending the formerly knee-length dress to my ankles. Pleasant. It's my fault. I knew full well I should have rinsed the chlorine from it after every swim last year, and I just didn't do it. My bad.
So I'm grounded from the pool until I can talk myself into pulling out the other piece of lycra and whipping up another swim dress. Whipping up. Who am I trying to fool? While I can't find the post about sewing the now destroyed swim dress, it's here somewhere, and I tattled on myself for every little and big struggle I encountered during the project, not the least of which was searching all over the table for my seam ripper, before I realized it was what was secured between my teeth and poking out the front of my face.
Will she do it? I don't mean store the seam ripper in her mouth again. Will she make another swim dress? It may be a long, hot, DRY summer for the girl. We'll see.
Only fear the Lord, and serve him in truth with all your heart: for consider how great things he hath done for you. ~1 Samuel 12:24 |
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