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summertime rolls

Fell into
A sea of grass
And disappeared among
The shady
Children all
Ran over me
Screaming tag!
You are the one!
---Jane's Addiction

There's just 2-1/2 more weeks and I'm back to work at the preschool. All summer long I've watched kids at my house, usually 10 hour days, and I'm about exhausted. Truth is, though, it's not hard work physically. They do most of it themselves. I just provide a place for them to play, sacrificing my house and my sanity. Sometimes I mediate disputes but often I just listen as they work it out themselves. My house is cleaner than usual because I vacuum and clean the bathrooms every day after they leave. But really, I have a lot of time to work on projects, like this one:

T-shirt skirt fashioned from three extra large t-shirts cut in trapezoids sewn together to a waistband with a drawstring.

A few things I don't like about it: I cut it too big but I tend to wear my clothes roomier anyway, and where 4 seams come together on the hips it's a little poofier than I'd like. But I've got a large stash of T-shirts with which to try again. Since it took me only an afternoon to make it I think I'll have time to make another (two or three) before the summer's over.

My biggest helper and I are also attempting a lemon meringue pie completely from scratch, for me to take to book group tonight. We're meeting to discuss The Toss of a Lemon by Padma Vishwanathan. I tried to come up with something Indian that I could make, but the ingredients were all exotic and I don't have time (or energy) to hustle my bustle out to LeeLee's Supermart. So I've defrosted the last of the lemon juice from our tree, and Kerry and I mixed together a pie crust this morning that we have yet to roll out, bake, and fill. But I've got all day while the kids play.


auntie m said…
The skirt is cute, Beck. Let us know how your ladies liked the pie.
Momma_Dee said…
You're doing a good job, I'm very proud of you! Or in words of a dear friend of ours, "I'm poud"

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