Last night the door burst open! In rushes two little boys, costumes fluttering and flying behind them. "Grandma, this is all your job!" "The party is Thursday and we need these fixed!" "These don't fit us!" I tell them to try them on so I can pin them. Startled looks, big eyes, "You are going to pin them ON US!" So we settled for a try on and a visual on the alterations. They wanted to stay and watch me sew them, apparently, not wanting to be separated from them. In the end, they left them after a lot of reassurance that they would be done today. And they are.. barely. I worked on them until I fell asleep last night and finished them this morning! Tailor to the Turtles. Can I put that on a resume?
