robinsnest | sewing and grieving and sewing (Reply)

I went with Rob to work yesterday. I just felt like I needed to be distracted. We were shooting in a gorgeous 1860s Bed and Breakfast. It felt like a historic house where I was allowed to sit on the furniture. Because the shoot went late (they wrapped at 4am), they had booked all the rooms and we pretty much were told "pick one" when we got there. I of course grabbed the room with the canopy bed, claw foot tub and corner view. It was really nice to be distracted working on something so engrosing and physical. It felt like a very different place. I was having a great time plotting an 1890s dinner party/weekend house party. They have a parlor, we could have PARLOR GAMES. And the owner of the house at one point was the first woman to chair the county bar association, in 1897. The other spinster sister was a woodworker and had a workshop on the third floor where she made furniture. The ownder actually was very excited about the possibility of us having a costume dinner there.

I crashed at 1am when I couldn't keep my eyes open, 8am was breakfast and we were home by 11. Rob went straight back to bed and didn't stagger back out till 3pm. But I sat down at the computer and kept seeing all the things belonging to my baby all around. I saw the mess from feeding him, the scale was still out, hell his dirty cage is still there. All the emotions I avoided yesterday just kinda came flooding back.

I finally convinced myself to try on my dress for saturday so I could fit the shoulder straps. It looked far less unflattering than I anticipated..and somehow that made me burst into tears...*sigh*...guess I should sew the shoulders down now. I need to put in sleeves still and hem the dress. Then I definitely need a bodiced petticoat or I can't wear it as it's see through, and I was realy hoping for an open robe...but I guess I should abandon that now.