She cooks. She sews. She celebrates!

While Brandon was down at Miramar with Justin and Erik, having a boy’s day out looking at planes at the air show and turning themselves into cooked lobsters, I labored away at my first part of my Halloween costume while watching Top Gear and Dr. Who marathon.

Behold, the Jedi robe, made from scratch!

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Brandon helped me pin the bottom hem. It was curved so I couldn’t quite just measure 8-inch to cut all the way around and have the same length. My poor sun burned husband was at my feet, helping me shorten my robe. But it’s finished, finally.

It took me long enough to finish the damn thing. I mean, it really wasn’t all that difficult to pin things together, baste them and run them through the machine. But like Yoda said, “Do or do not. There is no try.” You just have to do it!

Sure, this is not 100% accurate for those serious about cosplay but it’s better than store bought, I tell ya. Why? Because first of all it costs me more to buy materials than actually purchasing a out-of-the-bag costumes. And more importantly, this robe is a product of my very own blood, sweat, and tears, and hours of hard labor.

But for a great looking Jedi costume I can wear for years to come? It’s totally worth it.

Now, on to the “Gi” part of the costume. The top, that is. Now, the pants are a pair of my new khakis, tucked into my favorite boots. The lightsaber will be borrowed from my coworker’s son.

Oh, and I also made dinner of epic proportion. Having now learned the value of frozen homemade chicken soup, I made a huge pot of Italian chicken stew this time around, and it simmered through the evening. Super. Tasty.

So, now that I’m all done. I’m going to go reward myself with some Haagen Daas and a shot of limoncello.

Yey…me!

2 thoughts on “She cooks. She sews. She celebrates!”

  1. Hello!
    I ran into your website trying to piece together our family history, and it’s been pretty confusing to me. I traced another website to this page, trying to contact you. My mom’s recent return from Thailand sparked a lot of interest. Are you two cousins? Or are you my cousin? We’ve met once before, although I believe that I was probably around the age of 13 or so. I also have a sister, Cathy. Do you remember her? I’m still very confused about our family history, although I am thankful that you’ve sorted a lot out for me.

    Mick (Phromyothi) Cunvong
    cunvong at msn dot com

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