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.

Meet Alida and Mom

Hello! My name is Alida Wilson. I am seven years old. My mom is a fashion designer. I think she does it very well. I enjoy trying on clothes for her, but sometimes they are sewed wrong. But usually they aren't. I enjoy being the daughter of a fashion designer. See you later!

sisters' opinions

peter (me) here again. after that last blog i kind of ran out of ideas. so i had to ask my mom (ouch)! i mean, what teenager wants to write about fashion anyway, much less ask their mom! however, here i am, and here you are (hopefully), so i might as well get started.

so, my mom said that one thing to do was ask my sisters about what they think about her clothes. having nothing better to do, i agreed. so here are my results (wow, i feel professional):

alida, age 7: dresses, because you can twirl (seriously?).

grace, age 5: some dress that she was wearing, because it had a cute jaguar on it (oh, help).

madeline, age 2: mama clothes (i don't think she got the point).

so, there you have it! the whole list of my sisters' opinions!

the sewing room

hi. peter here again. i'm on spring break, so i get to stay home and experience my mom's sewing better than ever. now, i'm not the kind of person who gets outside a lot, so i get to stay inside all day and read/nap to the sound of my mom's sewing machine going full tilt. this was until we got a basketball hoop the other day, but that's not what i'm supposed to be writing about. anyway, she has an embroidery machine, the kind that will keep embroidering whether you're in the room or not. this gives her the ability to keep it making that annoying rattling no matter what. for example, i just got a video camera, and when i use it, one of the most prominent sounds in the video is the noise of her sewing machine. on the plus side, i am now effectively able to block out any annoying sounds whatsoever, thanks to interminable practice. oh, well, i suppose i'll just have to live with it (sigh). see you!

futile efforts

hi again. this would be peter, of course. my mom quit. strange, isn't it, how five minutes ago i was sitting in this same place, complaining to the world about how i never wanted to blog, but my mom bribed me into it, and now here i am again, drawn by the irresistible pull of another dollar to my name. anyway, i was thinking about how my mom tries to sell us on the idea that designing toddlers clothes was "cool." you should hear her at dinner. "so, who wants to see my new dress design?" (utter silence) "hey, i think i'll show you my new dress design." (groans) "hey, guys..." and so on. what this goes to show, i can't figure out, so i'll think about it and write again later...

maybe sometime in the next century, if you're lucky. - P.W.