thereyougothen

yay! i've now been to both my evening classes. I have the same tutor for both, and she's fab.

so immediately, the sales pitch: please please please will two people please sign up for pattern cutting at Leith academy on Monday nights (next class not until 25/9/06) the class is 1, or maybe 2 people short, and I really really want it to run, if they don't have more people signed up soon there will not be a pattern cutting class, and I will be bereft. It is only £ 48 - think how happy you could make me (and 6 others) by spending a mere £48.

we made a basic size 12 skirt block on monday, and will spend the rest of term manipulating it. I am going to make it a size rather larger skirt block though so it will fit me. that is my homework. there are two men on the course. one who thought he might be able to make a kilt.

the same tutor takes the Dressmaking:Improvers which started tonight, and this is the class I have been looking for. I'm sure some of you remeber my moaning about the coffe club that was my last attempt at sewing lessons. this one? "no, you're only here for 2 hours, you don't need a tea break." "if I think you can do better, i'll make you take it out and do it again." remember I said I needed discipline in my sewing? this woman will supply it!

in other news: N fell down the stairs this eveing. For some reason I let him go first (he had just peed on the upstairs, and favoured toilet, hurray!) and he tripped, or something, literally tumbled head over heels down the stairs (single flight and steep). It seems I screamed "Bill, Bill, Bill" really screamed, but it did the trick because he was there almost before N reached the floor. he seems to be fine, we had a long cuddle on the sofa, he said he had a headache, and had bit his tongue, and hurt his foot. he was abel to walk fine though, so after 5 minutes, I suggested we have a practice at going up and down the stairs, with mummy going up behind and going down beofre. that worked fine. didn't stop me phoning Bill halfway thorugh sewing class to see how he was though.

my friend had major panic at clambers today, her littlest (almost 2) disappeared (he does this, he's good at it) thing is, he had followed his brothers into clambers and none of us had spotted him. middle brother came and told me that F was in there, I looked for C and coulnd't see her, so realised that she might not know where he was, but i couldn't leave him to go lookign for her. about 3 minutes later, she spotted my frantic signalling, and realised I had him. but that means for about 5 minutes she had no idea where he was and was running around looking for him, she felt like I did the day I saw N on the ledge above the stairs there.

and like i did as I saw him tumble down the stairs tonight. he kept eye contact with me as he fell, and he was terrified, and of course I was screaming, so I guess that was terrifying too.

i love that little boy with a strength that I can't describe. i remember telling the student midwife a few days after he was born that he "was lovely, just lovely! not gut wrenchingly precious yet, not like Thomas, but lovely" I remember realising that she was quite shocked at my words, and only later in another conversation heard her say how she had followed every old wives' tale to the letter to be sure her second and third children were girls. so her second child was a girl, and so.

N is very very gut wrenchingly precious - very.

I have gone on a bit. must attempt lj cuts...