elanya

And by foiled, I mean foil eggs. Lindt mini-eggs to be exact. And while they were very, very, tasy, they weren't *quite* what I was hoping for.

Last year sometime (or was it longer?), my friend Shan made a really cool six-tiered dance skirt. I decided I wanted one too. I almost had it done in time to bring it over here with me. All I had to do was sew on the last tier, and put in the waistband. I had even thought to hem the last tier before sewing it on, to save myself the aggravation! But it was not to be. You see, the last tier is about 13 feet long, to be gathered and sewn on to the fifth tier, witch is about nine feet, and attached already to the rest of the voluminour creation. It had been going so well, and then I hit a well of frustration. I could proceed no further, and was out of time...

My mother promised to finish it for me, seeing my distress. She was foiled by it as well, for a long time. It simply refused to cooperate as well. So she took her time, devised her strategies, and besieged the beast. Seven months later, she was its master. and last week, she mailed it too me. It still needs a waistband, the only thing she couldn't do because it has to be quite tight. I have been anxiously waiting for this skirt for months and month and months.... I really hope it will be here tomorrow.

As for my being foiled... I came home half an hour before the main office closed. There was a large envelope in my mail slot, and a little blue slip that meant a package. The envelope, I knew, must be my tax forms, mailed out on the same day as the skirt. Therefore, I deduced... it must be in the package!

And obviously it wasn't, or I won't be writing this, right? It was too small, for one. I was confused at first. It was from Shirley Mellish (my mom).... in Moncton. That's also my grandmother's name! She sent me three packages of chocolate chips (which you can't get in this country :p) and some easter candy. So yay! But also d'oh. Tomorrow, though. It'll be here tomorrow...