Floaty tank top

I, ah hem blamed my pattern for my latest project recently for it not being able to fit, but when I went back and checked I discovered I had neglected to cut on fold, so my front panel was half the size it should have been. So I replaced the front panel with the correct sized panel, finished the project and by the skin of my teeth or should I say the last centimetre of my reel of orange thread, I had a top to wear on my night out tonight.

I’m fairly pleased with it, it was a really tricky project, skirts and trousers are a lot easier! Mr. Lacer doesn’t like it as it’s a bit volumnious read ‘floaty’. I need (once I get some more orange thread) to do some more work on the back, as the opening at the back is far too big and gapes too much and keeps falling open, which I think is the pattern, not my bad sewing! I had to wear a cardigan over it tonight, as I was determined to wear it!

Boy Lacer’s last day at playgroup

It was Boy Lacer’s last day at playgroup today. They had a bit of a party and they came out with certificates of achievement and some framed drawings. Boy Lacer’s certificate said that he had learned to play alongside other children and his pictures were one scribble that could possibly (on a good day) be interpreted as cars going round and round and they had written that he liked playing with the cars and garage and then the other picture was a scribble of blue with a black bit and they’d written for that that when he grows up he says he’d like to be a really fast swimmer, yeah right, he said that, not, he’d more likely say “when I grow up I’m so never going to go near a drop of water ever again, not even to wash my hands!”. I suspect it was probably more like,

“That looks like someone swimming. Do you want to be a really fast swimmer when you grow up?”

Boy Lacer thinks ‘Uh? What they talking about now? I’m doing my drawing. I’ll just say yeah’, “Yeah”.

Whereas I am very fond of Girl Lacer’s old playgroup and adore the school, Boy Lacer’s playgroup, they were nice, they looked after him twice a week and going allowed him to have some valuable socialisation practice but I’m strangely non-sentimental about the place. I think it may be a second child thing, although I do wish he wouldn’t grow up so quickly!