A house can run smoothly for days until the smallest of things begins to unravel.
Unravel is the word this week in more ways then one. Our new school transition has been going very well. The most difficult aspect so far has been the car parking, which seems to be common among all schools at pick up time and uniform.
In the past we had multiple options for uniform and it was super cheap so I had enough items to dress the entire class. This year the uniform is pricey. And must be strictly adhered to. Especially on photos day. I have one outfit for each and that's it.
But on photo day there is one option only: Dresses, clean shoes, blazers. FOR ALL.
And so it was that moments before we were to leave for school Miss 9 tells me that when she was out with Dad last night her dress (Ok, so it is ridiculously oversized) got caught at tennis and the whole hem came down. Kind of funny really. One thread and whoosh, it all came loose. You can hear them giggling from here as they all watched it unravel.
With just two minutes to go I ran straight to the sewing box and started threading a needle.
When I noticed.
I had to use my teeth and sew like never before. Which is because I don't really sew, so there has not really ever been a before.
I returned from work this evening with the sewing box tipped all over the place where I had left it
and a child with a dress that had the hem up at the front, just, and hanging like a bad mullet hair cut at the back.
But the good scissors are still gone.
Praise the baby cheesus that tomorrow is sports day, for tomorrow I must go and buy this hemming tape that twitter tells me about.
And a new pair of good scissors.