In the fall of 2009, following my second season at Lees-McRae Summer Theatre, I started grad school. I knew that grad school wasn’t going to be easy but my troubles started before classes even began.
My wonderful parents and sisters helped me pack up my car and both of my parents cars to move me into my new apartment. Caravan style we headed off to Chapel Hill. I led the group since I knew where we were going. Suddenly in the middle of I-40 in Greensboro, NC a log appeared in the middle of the road. I’m sure that it probably didn’t just appear like magic but, since I was behind a large truck that just drove right over it, the log may has well have appeared magically. And with no time to avoid it, I ran into it.
Yes, I ran into a log. Don’t believe it? Neither could I. Who expects a log in the middle of the highway? But it happened.
It lodged up under my front wheel and stayed there. I didn’t crash or anything, the car was still able to move forward but I did slow down and make my way to the side of the road. My mother immediately got out of her car and started to freak out and blame me. She wasn’t entirely out of order, I did total 2 cars within the first 6 months of getting my license. (Though in my defense the second time wasn’t actually my fault.) She yelled and freaked out while my soon-to- be step dad calmly assessed the situation and I called triple A. While we waited for a tow truck, my step dad explained to my mom that there was no way for me to avoid the log due to said truck and that this could have happened to either one of them had they been the front of the caravan. This calmed my mom down and got her to stop yelling at me about my driving. My step dad actually applauded my handling of the situation by slowing down and pulling over instead of slamming on my breaks or panicking.
So, instead of settling into my new apartment, we dropped off my things and I went back with my parents to wait for my car to be fixed. This took about a week.
The point of all this is that I lost a week. I had given myself a week before grad school to settle in and to make my mother, my sisters, and I dresses for my mom’s wedding to my step dad. Instead of having all that free time, I got to jump right into the swing of things at school while trying to unpack my apartment and make 4 dresses for the wedding.
AHHHHHH!!!!
And what could have been done in a week of days with nothing else to do, took a few weeks. And even that is kind of a miracle with all of my school stuff going on. I still have no idea how I pulled it off.
But on to the dresses. My mom’s wedding dress was a faux wrap dress made from a pink stretch fabric. I somehow managed to convince my mom to wear pink so that I wouldn’t have to. She had come downstairs one morning wearing a pink (she would say salmon) bracelet and was soooo excited. “Wouldn’t this be a great color for the bridesmaid dresses?!” she said. My reply was a sort of awkward pause followed by “Ummm…you know none of us like pink right? Why don’t you wear it!” I managed to convince her that since the color made her so happy then clearly she should wear it and my sisters and I could wear a different color, one we liked.
So she ended up in pink and my sisters and I in various shades of purple. (That decision was made in the fabric store as we realized the challenge of picking one color for 3 different skin tones) My sisters and I wore variations on the same dress. All of the dresses were from commercial patterns. I was on a time crunch after all. Here are all of us at my mom and step dad’s wedding.
Three years later my mom pulled out the wedding dress again to wear to my grad school graduation. It’s a wedding dress that really can be worn again and again.
This isn’t anything that ever went into my portfolio but it is part of my sewing journey and it is a part of my grad school story. BTW, I do not recommend trying to make 4 dresses in the first few weeks of an intensive graduate programs. I was happy to do this for my mother who has done so much for me in my life, but I would have been happier if I could have done it the week before school started.