sarah norwood

Yesterday I drafted my first pair of pants in years – High-waisted with two small pleats, and tapered legs. Pants that a few years ago I would look at with disgust.

I found a piece of black and white pinstripe wool that was just enough to cut the legs and waist band. Everything went together ridiculously well, except for the fact that I cut the waist band a we bit too small. It will come off on Saturday or Sunday and a new one will replace it.

They turned out really cute, with little belt loops, mock fly, and side-slit pockets (in teal satin) and I can’t wait to wear them!

Dan and I are hoping to do a mini-Ohhh Lulu photo shoot on Saturday, then I will be posting my first batch of Etsy stuff soon after. I have four days off next week, so hopefully I will be more productive than has been my current situation…

My Grandmother is 96 years old… That’s old.

I went to visit her last night with my mom, at the nursing home. It’s at the point where I almost expect, any day now, to get “that” call. She hasn’t been well and hasn’t been eating…

I am a very lucky person to have known my Grandmother; author, painter, illustrator, historian, mother, cook, seamstress, explorer, real estate agent, pioneer and the best damn cookie-baker I ever met.

My Grandmother taught me how to sew. We sewed dolls clothes for the Oro Worlds Fair. She taught me never to lift my scissors when cutting a pattern, how to clip seams, how to put in a zipper…

Yesterday was hard, the hardest time I’ve had with her. This woman, who always did so much, confined to a bed just about killed me.

The nursing home is a very scary place to me and I feel sorry for my Grandmother, but scared to go visit alone. The people there are all so sad. I walked past one lady who just kept saying “I want to go home, I want to go home…” What is the appropriate response ?

I now have a Twitter, Linkedin, Facebook, Etsy, and Blogger account for Ohhh Lulu…

but no content.

I find my day job very depressing. I know I shouldn’t complain so much, there are so many people who would be happy to have my job, there are alot of people stuggling to find work.

However, sitting here for hours on end, staring out the front window at the equally as boring Telus store across the street is just painful.

Eleven Hours. I sit here some days for Eleven Hours. I have the same conversation with each customer, “Hi Howareya… Cars… jeez… Everything always happens at once… can’t car repairs space eacho other out based on our pay schedule, hahaha… yadda yadda yadda….”

Eleven Hours I sit here and think… I could be sewing, I could be cooking, I could be cleaning, I could be playing with Oliver, I could.. I could…

I wash the counter, I wash the glass, I twirl my hair…