Life in the time of Corona, part 5

Sweet hubby is home and finished with his quarantine and we are REUNITED at last. And all of the things I was fairly certain would happen have already started to happen -- tantrums and testing and re-educating him about how our family works and how the children have grown and changed in the nearly three months he was away....

Since last time I wrote, I've finished two extremely wearable pairs of Rose shorts and two lovely, lightweight, breezy-but-polished-looking Gemma tops, and one swim shirt using the Jade pattern.

I've acquired a huge stack of extra fabrics to make more things, both for myself and for my children, and also lost a lot of time to being away from home while sweet hubby did his two weeks of quarantine at our house. We'll soon spend time on family vacation, too, so not much time in the sewing room for me....but I'm trying to make smart use of the time I do have (when I'm not procrastinating, of course).

I'm hopeful that some bathing suit bottoms will come together out of the Avery Leggings pattern and that another lined Gemma might happen before this family trip; but what I really should be prioritizing is sewing underwear for "the baby" since he is working on potty training and the pants he has right now are a wee bit snug. Also, miss middle has requested a "long" dress (meaning, twirly and below knee length); fabric has been acquired for this as well. So many ideas, so little time, and so much alternative time-use temptation....I'm hopeful that sweet hubby will give me a little bit of day-time sewing time over the next couple of days, so that I can get crafty and creative before our family vacation away from all of my sewing tools.

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so far away

Linking up to the Gypsy Mama's five minute Friday.... Chile is so far away. My husband's homeland, the place where he most wants to be. His mama is there, his daddy is there, his brothers and cousins and grandmas and the people who mattered most to him for so so so long are there, and we are here. Here in the very different US, with values thrown at us everyday that seem to say that his childhood was inferior and that returning to a life like that would be the most unwise choice. Here, where the only way to get from one place to another is by car. Here, where without a college degree a "real job" is impossible to come by. Here, where being a legal resident costs thousands of dollars, time, and ridiculous interviews where people question whether you are actually married. Distance is what happens when it is time for the holidays, time to remember family traditions, and the people who are still celebrating them, even though he is far away, thrust into the midst of...

five minute friday

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While i'm waiting

I thought i'd let you know that the alarm company called my cell phone tonight, around 9:30 pm. I missed the call. Sweet hubby missed the call to his cell phone, too, but my daddy didn't miss his call. My daddy headed over to my house, freshly armed with the alarm code, and the key he normally has on hand. He called back frantic, because the alarm panel didn't have an "off" button like i'd said it would. I asked him if he was looking at the panel by the closet, or the old one. He said, "There's not a panel by the closet." I said, "between the bulletin board and the closet. Don't you see the new panel?" "No. Oh, here it is, on the floor." Ummmmmmm..... Not what I wanted to hear. He made his way into the living room and asked if we had a tv on the dresser between the bookshelves. Ummmmmm, yes. Well, it's not there anymore. Dad, where is Rayen? Go in the bathroom and find her treats, see if she will come get one...

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