Miss B, The Seamstress

While having dinner at Miss B's in the course of our conversation or rather, her drilling me with questions about my pregnancy, I mentioned to Miss B dressy civilian maternity clothes were my biggest challenge because I was on such a limited budget and I didn't have an occasion to wear them much so . . .but you can always use a dress or two, pregnant or not.

Some time after that dinner and our auction-eering, Miss B came to me at work at said she would love to put her sewing skills to good use and make me a maternity dress.  Again, I honestly think she really had plans in those deepest recesses of her own mind that when she herself was pregnant, she'd fancy all sorts of dresses for herself from her sewing machine . . . but she said she wanted to do this for me and all I needed was to provide her with the pattern and material.

Thanks but not thanks, is basically what I told her but she kept pressing the issue so I said to her, "I really wouldn't know what to shop for so I'd probably give you a giant mess of stuff you couldn't use."

Which was sort of you know, a fib because I took sewing class in high school and my very own mother was a marvelous seamstress so I actually knew my way around a fabrics store but I was trying to be kind to Miss B but Miss B in turn was trying to be kind to me.  So I relented.

And one Saturday Miss B and I went shopping and I got a pattern for a maternity jumper and decided denim would be a good choice.  I purchased all that was needed and Miss B was delighted to take the treasures home and start sewing them together.

Here I am in the finished product at 7 months pregnant:

What's that?  Why no I was not expecting twins, why do you ask?  Why yes, I did still have two months left of my pregnancy so no, I wasn't full-term yet.

And what?  Oh, I'm really not sure what's up with those lace white tights.

Huh?  Oh no, I wasn't playing "Where's Waldo"  -that's just the shirt I had on.

And no, this is not at Miss B's nor my crappy apartment.  These pictures were taken at my sister's house in Michigan while I was there visiting my Mom.