Daily Archives: April 6, 2006

Lunch Out

For anti-cabin-fever therapy, we took Liam out this morning to explore parts of the toy store we’d never seen before and then out lunch with us for the first time post-infant seat. He thrilled us to bits with how calm and self-possessed he was in the restaurant. He sat straight up in a high chair pulled right up to the table without the tray attached, charmed the waitresses with his poise, and very obviously enjoyed being at the table like we were. I’d prepared his lunch at home and packed a wide-mouth Thermos of hot water in which to warm the little containers up at the table. He ate all his own lunch neatly, snacked on crackers and a glass of water that the server brought him, nibbled bits of the chicken HRH had for lunch, and had his first taste of vanilla ice cream from my dessert (sometimes his reaction was “More!” and other times it was “Ew, it’s cold.”) I really wish we’d had a camera, because to see Liam sitting so neatly at the table was terrific and so heart-warming. It makes me wish the high chair we have at home was less bulky and more table-friendly.

He’s growing up so fast. Next week he’ll be ten months old. I’m not sure where the time’s gone.

Dusting Off The Sewing Machine

In other non-ranty news, I made over my corset on Tuesday night. I’d already unpicked a couple of seams and removed the peplum and straps about a month ago, so Tuesday night’s work consisted of resewing the bottom seam, encasing the seam in velvet ribbon trim, taking in the side panels by an inch, putting on the eyelet ribbon, grumbling a lot, taking off the eyelet ribbon and unpicking the side seams because it still wasn’t fitting correctly, and redoing it all. Then I sewed a velvet ribbon halter strap on it, and put tiny darts in the two front seams to make it fit even better.

So! I have a new-old corset for the gig in two weeks. Now I need to decide what I’m wearing with it. I’m liking the jeans idea, although if I can find my flirty little black wraparound miniskirt I may wear that, because a skirt allows me to wear my funky high-heeled lace-up boots. There’s just no point to wearing funky lace-up boots if no one can see them.

(Two weeks! Eep. But we kicked the collective ass of our set list at last night’s rehearsal, and with a little more work on my own I’ll be more comfortable with the final two new songs that I need to polish. The general consensus seems to be that we’re feeling pretty good about things, better than we did leading up to last gig in October.)