If anyone ever wonders why I married my husband I offer them this as reason and evidence.
He calls it my sweatshop and when I nod off or take time out to blog he says
"The slaves in the sweatshop are slacking, you need to get in there and whip them up..."
Not many men would put up with the family room looking like this for 6 weeks would they?
I know the BA's dad would have had a very hard time of it :-) But Himself just shrugs and supports me and tells me what a good person I am for doing all this work for the school....
I feel slightly guilty because I actually love doing it. It's no huge sacrifice, except for the obvious devastation which would be so much more orderly if I had a designated sewing room.
I know it sounds like I'm making excuses but this is worse than it usually is because I cut out some serving maid outfits early yesterday morning and then literally dropped everything to rush into school and teach maths for lessons 3/4. I particularly wanted to get them done so I could give them to three kids whose wonderful mums are part of my sweatshop team; this would give them the weekend to complete them. Of course, because I was busy fitting costumes throughout the after school rehearsal, when I went to find the kids with prepared bags of cut out costumes and photocopied instructions...they'd GONE HOME!!!!!!!!! AUUUUUGH! I missed them by minutes :-(
Nevertheless, I am not going to get sucked into sewing those; I'm going to continue cutting and packing up bags of projects so at least I can get the floor clean. I have a few repairs to do this weekend and I'm off to trawl the op-shops now for small mens' suits, black mens' suit vests and ankle boots for orphans. I am not going to allow myself to get bogged down in the actual sewing of things. Everyone who is helping is doing an absolutely brilliant job of that anyway!
I have another post to do about my super daughter...but that will have to wait.