It's Monday, and there are just 12 days until Feast. I have a men's shirt to finish and the final pieces to Lisa's robe a l'Anglaise to stitch and then attach to her gown.
Tick! Tick! Tick! Tick!
I can feel that clock ticking down the time.
I've been preparing for months; why do I feel so stressed? And why did I schedule an out of town lunch with friends, two MRIs, Pepper's monthly injection for her Addison's Disease, an out of town Friday Night Lights football game, and a doctor's appointment for the MRI results this week?
Oh, and going into Lisa's classroom to teach all five 4th grade classes about 18th century clothing as they prepare for their field trip to Feast School Day.
A past classroom visit and teaching about panniers (French)/pocket hoops (English) and letting the kids see what they look like before the petticoat is put on over them and how they look when a woman is fully dressed while wearing them. See how my hands are folded in front of me as I wear my panniers?
That's because when you wear panniers, you can't put your hands down at your sides. If you do, you look a lot like Randy after his mom dresses him for cold weather in A Christmas Story!
Tick! Tick! Tick! Tick!
Asking myself, "What's the worst thing can could happen?" is a strategy I have used for years when I feel stressed and boy howdy, I am asking it now. The answer this time? Not getting those two clothing items finished - that's what I am concerned about more than anything else.
When I have determined that answer, I then ask myself, "What can you do if that happens?" Well, I already have 14 men's shirts made; would not having one sized Medium shirt be that bad? Not really. It's not a size that is asked for very often and I could offer to make the customer one post-Feast if need be.
As for Lisa's gown, I don't have that much left to do and I am pretty sure I can get it done despite the busy week. If not, we have two alternatives in mind for clothing that she could wear.
And, looking ahead to next week (which is Feast week), I won't be setting up until Wednesday. I'll have Monday and Tuesday to sew, and then surely I can get some more done after set-up is finished. I won't be opening for business until Saturday morning.
Breathing a little easier as I think about that. But still in my mind I hear...
Tick! Tick! Tick! Tick!
It's muffled now, but it's still there.
It's gonna be a week.