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New Years Clikapudi 5k

First a little back story (I do love back stories):

Saturday Brendon was looking for something to do and asked if he could run the neighborhood loop, which involves a challenging hill and almost three miles in length, by himself. Um. No. If he was on his bike, I’d probably consider it, but that is too far for him to be on foot alone. We agreed on a different distance (approx. 1.5 miles round trip) and he got himself geared up with face mask, belt and water bottle.

We tried to talk John into going with him, riding his bike along side, but John was not keen on the idea and decided to stay behind. Only to come crying that he had nobody to play with five minutes later. Agghh!! Kids and their crazy logic.

Anyhow, not too long after this, I was headed out for errands and be still my heart, there were the boys coming home. Brendon running and John riding next to him. Turns out John changed his mind. It was super cute and they were both very proud of their accomplishment, as was I.

Now for today. I’ve been looking forward to running the New Years Clikapudi Trail race for a few months. Not sure why, maybe because I’m a crazy runner?! Ha! I had hubby talked into running the 10k with me and after a few solicitations, we had sitting for the boys for the morning.

At 3am, we woke up to John crying from the bathroom. Camped out on the toilet. Followed by some throwing up. A real parental dream wake up. Especially the morning of an organized run. With some quick rearranging and thankfully flexibility of my 8 year old, we had Vance stay home with John and Brendon doing the run with me. Let me also say, I am not recovered from whatever illness has hit our house and made three trips to the bathroom prior to leaving for the race.

Really, it was a dicey adventure, but did I say I was a crazy runner already? This was one of those days. I had to follow through. I was able to switch our bibs to the 5K race after we arrived (I just had B run under hubby’s bib – he looked mighty spry for a 45yr old, hehe. Figured it didn’t really matter as we weren’t out to win any awards).

Ready, ready, ready to run…

Brendon really impressed me today. Not only his willingness to go with the flow, but he completed the 5k (hilly and on a single track trail for over half) without complaining and no walking. He also talked the entire course about all sorts of things: falling off the cliffs, how pretty it was, what if a car ran us over, making knives out of sticks…. The last half mile was uphill and a little slow going, but he pushed on with lots of encouragement. As he came into the finish chute, he was all smiles. It was something of a Mother Runner’s dreams. Love tank full.

Day 1 of 2018. Run done.

Last of 2017

And this is how the last post of the year looks:

Yes, that’s our youngest pup; he woke up sick today. Giving credence to my extreme fatigue the past two days and rip roaring headache in my eyes all day today. John looked at the computer for five minutes and came out crying, “my eyes are hurting so bad”. It’s a strange illness mostly where you have a terrible headache and feel tired, but thankfully no expelling of any body fluids.

Even with my crazy headache (never even thought I might be getting sick; as I tell my kids all the time, “moms don’t have time to be sick“) I made a nice bubbly batch of warm Butter Beer. A recipe I found on Pinterest earlier this month, inspired by the Harry Potter series and somehow got it stuck in my mind we should make for New Years Eve. The boys were sports, but neither of them liked it much “too spicy” (meaning actual spices – not ‘hot’ spicy), but boy did Hubby and I like it. Probably shouldn’t have doubled the recipe. Although, tomorrow is the last blast of 2017 decadence, so why not?!

Butterbeer (recipe link in blue above)

Thankfully, I also made all our NYE dinner a night early (last night) so we have plenty of food leftover to get us through today/tonight and into tomorrow. I’ve been forcing myself to eat pasta salad for my run in the morning. Otherwise, I know it’ll be miserable running on a day old empty stomach, even if my headache is gone.

I had planned a great ‘Year in Review’ type post, but now I’m not feeling quite up to the task. Probably I’ll have to do it in early January. Ha! Oh well.

One final make for the year – the Banksia Blouse by Megan Nielsen

Finally got to it, as I already had the pattern traced and ready to go for a Size Small (which matched my measurements perfectly). I threw caution to the wind on a muslin and cut straight into the shirt fabric. Probably because Megan’s Veronika skirt went together so well. There was not the same great fit magic with the blouse.

As a sidenote, I’m reading a book about couture sewing. It covers the history and some techniques. Very interesting and inspiring. In there it talks about tops (and certain dress styles) being one of the hardest garments to fit because they are the hardest to adjust once the garment is constructed. I completely agree. You almost always have to scrap it and start afresh.

Back to the blouse. It is really cute, simple and reminds me of resort wear, but just a size too large. Usually, I give up and start on a totally different project. Not this time. I got busy tracing off the XS size and sewed it up over the past few days out of some gauze fabric I picked up in one of Christine Hayne’s online destashes. I had plans to make a blouse with a giant bow out of the gauze. That has not happened and I was a bit annoyed at this fabric after trying to make a kimono out of it and the neckline stretched down to my navel.

All that aside, I decided to give it a go on my Banksia 2.0, i.e. one size down. As you can see the fabric is sheer. All the seams that can be are French seamed. for the sleeve seam, I did a felted seam (I think that’s the right term) to encase the raw edges along that seam. Oh! and the really lovely part about this pattern is that Megan has a sewalong on her website, full of little bonus features. Like this faux placket (the cheeky method). In case I just lost you at placket – where the buttons are. It isn’t functional, just looks like it is. The pattern includes directions for how to make it a real functioning placket, but that was way too much to ask from this fabric. Very pleased with this version. Fits just like I’d hoped it would. My 8 year old told me, “WHOA! What?! That looks store bought! And I’m not kiddin’!” (He learned to speak in the South)

The pattern is listed as an intermediate pattern, but definitely doable for a beginner with the faux placket or no placket and collar (like my first version).