scenario 2

hi, fellas. if you read my last blog, you'll know about how i tried to show you how life is for a fashion designer's kid. well, here is another scene that happens quite often.
i come home from school, and walk into my front door, having forgotten once again to open it. after an appropriate amount of staggering, i open the door and walk in. mom's on the sewing room, and innumerable siblings are crowding in behind me, not one remembering to climb the stairs on their feet, not their faces. i saunter into the dining room, get a snack, blah blah blah. after an hour or so, i decide to stop doing my chores, just for the heck of it, and go see what new dress/leggings/shorts my mom is making. i swagger up to the sewing room door, knowing how manly and strong i look (a whole eighty pounds, at just twelve years old!) and launch "the question."
"so, mom, can i come in and trash... er, i mean look at your new designs?"
i know that she cannot resist. she must let me enter.
"nah. too crowded."
honestly?  a whole room to herself, and she won't let me in because of space? she is rattling around in there like a bean in a dried up riverbed.
so, i try the magic words.
"OPEN SESAME!"
no effect.
"well, then, i'll leave you too your work."
you don't mess with people who can withstand the magic words.

I'm home!

Hey, there. peter again. for all you adoring followers out there, thanks for reading this. now, try to picture this:
me: (walking in the door) hi, mom!
mom: (in her sewing room) hi! i'll be there in a sec.
15 minutes later
me: (in my mom's sewing room) hey, mom, are you all right?
mom: (happily) yes, i'm fine. how as your day?
2 hours later
mom: (emerging from sewing room) hi, everybody! welcome home from school!

see what i mean?
i guess i should be happy that she's happy. you know the saying: nobody's happy if mom's not happy. truer words have never been spoken.

hi again, dudes. peter here again. of course i didn't REALLY want to do this, but once again, money calls.
so, let's talk about my mom. recently, she got a shipment of clothes that didn't look like they were supposed to. so, instead of paying for return shipping, she sits in her "sewing room" (see some previous blog, i can't remember which) , and sews and sews and sews, trying to fix them. i must say, even a critic like me says that she is doing a pretty good job, and if she keeps it up, she'll eventually do it. what she will do then, i don't know. probably ''girl stuff.'' what that might be, go figure.