6 week ticker

We are down to 6 weeks more of living in Timor. I cannot believe how fast the time is flying. Unfortunately this means being crazy buys trying to get everything ready. We won't see the majority of our "stuff" until we arrive in Paris next year so it is odd trying to decide what is essential (sewing machine, serger etc) and what can wait (bottles of sand collected from various beaches). I also have to admit that I have been pouting a bit this weekend. I don't know if you watched, but this Friday there was a little wedding in Britain. I was really excited to watch with several of my girl friends all decked out in fascinators and fancy dresses. I had made, and planned on blogging about the dress I made that was based on this pattern from Burda Style:

Click on above link for more pictures and for the pattern

I made mine out of this cool (but tricky to sew) tier died chiffon. I was planning on making different sleeves so that I didn't have to wear a shirt under but I just ran out of time and had to go with the pattern. I loved how flowy and light it was. After shoveled myself full of cucumber sandwiches and queen cakes I sat back to watch the event. We were then joined by some more of our friends. One in particular is a big tease. I mean literally she teases relentlessly. I am pretty used to being teased about sewing and crafting etc. I actually make a concerted effort not to talk about the sewing blog because it usually means getting teased. I know it is always in good fun but it can get old you know? Anywho the teasing about my dress (aka why would I make a "maid marion dress") coupled with teasing about not being a morning person, coupled with being told I don't have a life because I knew who one of the news castors was, ended up getting to me and I went home and had to whine to the hubby about it. As my Dad says I "cut off my nose to spite my face" and refused to take pictures of the dress and stayed away from my sewing machine all weekend. Ohhhhh I showed her right? No. I was just being silly. I am sure a second thought wasn't given to me after leaving the party and I let myself focus on it all weekend. It is funny how many times I have to learn this lesson. Now I am sorry I wasted an entire weekend and instead of making the several projects I was excited for I only made temporary dinning room chair covers to keep them clean until we move (BORING! Ha!)

I did however want to share some cute pictures I snagged of some locals at the Governors Palace. I was driving away after taking pictures of a friend receiving a medal from the President when I saw this stroller packed full of little kiddos

I swerved over and hoped out and asked if I could take a picture. The "care takers" aka older siblings thought this was hilarious

Then they hauled what I thought was a little baby out of the back of the stroller and told me to take a picture of her. She was actually a little person (is that the PC term still? I never feel like I am using the correct term and don't want to offend anyone). She was so cute and sweet and really excited to see her picture. 

When we were all done they loaded back up their stroller and headed down the insanely busy street, there are no side walks/ cross walks in Timor so I watched in fear as they ran comicazi across the street. I get lost sometimes in a "daydream" about what their lives must be like. Where they are going, what they will eat that day etc. It is like when I was little and would look up at planes and create an entire story for a person on the plane. Hopefully they got where ever they were going safely and had a big dinner that night. I won't lie that I am pretty excited to go back to the order and cleanliness of the states, but I will miss the constant reminders of how blessed we are. I hope your weekend was a fabulous one!