Read it and Weep!

Why, you might ask? Well, let me tell you...

"Almost done! Almost done!!" I had been telling myself that for the past half hour. I was truly "Almost done". WAHOO! A little victory dance for me.

I'd just finished sewing the elastic around the waist band, and I left enough free elastic so that I could try it on and then make the proper adjustments after trying it. I pinned it and slipped it on.

"NO!"

I wanted to scream.

It didn't fit.

I almost cried. Then I had an idea. I would ask Ana if she could fit in it. She was small enough she could fit in anything. Seriously.

I opened the door and went into Ana's room. She was listening to music and blogging. I walked in, skirt in hand, and asked her to try it on.

She tried. It didn't fit.

"Try putting it on over your head." I said hopefully.

She tried. It got stuck on her shoulders.

"It doesn't fit." She said.

Now I was absolutely utterly devastated. The last skirt I made was too small and had to be given to Ana. Oh, I didn't mind giving it to Ana, but the fact that I had used some of my FAVORITE material in the making of the skirt and then having it be to small.... it was just too much.

"Try harder." I said though my teeth. She was GOING to fit into this one.

She tried harder. She got it on and it fit well around her waist. Of course. I rolled my eyes.

"I don't want to wear this if it doesn't have a zipper because then I have to have it go over my head all the time and it's gonna be too hard." She said it matter-of-factly.

I glared at her.

"Are. You. Serious?"

"Yeah."

"Well then hurry up and take it off so I can go upstairs and mope."

She tried taking it off over her head. It got stuck under her arms. She wailed.

"Help me get this off!!"

I couldn't take it anymore. I fell to the ground sobbing.

"Leah!! Get up and help me take this off!!"

I didn't care if she ever got it off or not. I just spent what seemed like FOREVER making this skirt, after making a jumper out of the same material and being careful so that I would have enough to make a skirt, and it didn't fit. Now she had 2 of my skirts. I wept bitterly.

"Leah! Quite crying. It's not that sad." She was struggling very hard now.

I pulled myself up off of the floor, my hair pretty much plastered to my face with tears, and I looked at her. She actually looked kind of funny. She had it stuck under her arms and it flared out from there, I thought it made her somewhat resemble an over sized umbrella.

"LEAH!"

I kept crying.

I walked over and pulled the skirt off of her with more force then I thought I had at the moment. She just stood there.

"I don't want that skirt unless it has a zipper." She stated plainly.

I took my skirt and walked upstairs to find Mom. She would comfort me.

So, that is why I've been crying while Dad reads a book, Mom practices piano, Ethan ... well I don't know, and Ana takes a bath. It's all too clear.

So, here are the skirts.

This is the one that I made tonight. (above)
Yes. I haven't sewn the hem yet. I just couldn't work up the strength to do it.

This is the other one that I made. (below)
Sorry for the bad pictures of the skirts. The camera wasn't very cooperative tonight. *smile*