Oh, great! I had to know how to make a tutu before the next sunrise. My daughter was in desperate need of one for her 3rd grade school play the following day and she'd only just remembered to inform me about it. That's information that I could have easily handled had we lived somewhere except in the center of rural America where there were no tutu stores. No sense to make things easy for me I thought.
I may very well be a single dad but at least I know how to be a resourceful single dad. Even if there was such a thing as a tutu store, it wasn't a big deal that I couldn't just stop there for what I needed. I had the option of the Internet which was available from my laptop sitting on the desk in my home office. I'm a writer and spend a lot of my time doing research on the Internet. I can do this I thought; just do a search for the words, how to make a tutu.
I've experienced information overload before but I was shocked by just how much information is out there for how to make a tutu. Sorting through all that's available can end up in a lot of false starts and dead ends. It's even more so when you're up against a looming deadline. I had no concept that there was so much information about making tutus; everything and anything including e-books, articles, videos and self instructional guidebooks showed up in my search. I was able to ignore some information right away due to a junior high school experience in which we had to participate in a one-time visit to a home economics class. All the boys in my class were assigned projects and mine was to sew together a shirt which when finished seemed more appropriate for an extra-terrestrial life form with three upper limbs than what I was accustomed to on my own planet. So, I dispensed with all tutus that had to be sewn and since I was compiling a list of supplies to take to a fabric store, I left the videos alone for the time being.
My neighbor offered to have my daughter stay the night with a fellow third grader who for some reason didn't have to wear a tutu; so I was free to rush to the fabric store on the town square before it closed. Upon entering, I just about tackled the first salesperson I saw, practically hyperventilating as I explained that I needed help on how to make a tutu. She didn't know much about putting a tutu together but she sure knew how to get me what I needed to make one or it could have been two or three from the amount of supplies I left there with.
I got home and got organized. First of all, I laid out all the supplies I'd need for the job on the kitchen table. It looked remarkably similar to something you'd see in hospital surgery room. Next, I scribbled out on a blank sheets of paper one instruction per sheet from a series of directions and whenever possible taped an illustration of the finished step just below what I'd written. I secured all these steps sequentially around the room and got to work.
I set my pace and kept it up all through the evening. There were moments that I questioned if I was really going to come through especially when I found myself undoing what I'd done to redo it to match the illustration I was trying to copy but just before sunrise I had in my hands a very good copy of a pink tutu. I was still on the sofa where I'd fallen asleep when she came home. I knew she was home by the shrieks of joy that came from her as she danced around the room in her tutu. As we were heading out the door for school and her impending school play, my daughter turned to me and asked if I could put together a tutu for her cat, Princess Light Foot. I can do that I thought as I looked over at all the left over fabric, which seemed to be enough for a circus elephant, only next time I find a class.
I may very well be a single dad but at least I know how to be a resourceful single dad. Even if there was such a thing as a tutu store, it wasn't a big deal that I couldn't just stop there for what I needed. I had the option of the Internet which was available from my laptop sitting on the desk in my home office. I'm a writer and spend a lot of my time doing research on the Internet. I can do this I thought; just do a search for the words, how to make a tutu.
I've experienced information overload before but I was shocked by just how much information is out there for how to make a tutu. Sorting through all that's available can end up in a lot of false starts and dead ends. It's even more so when you're up against a looming deadline. I had no concept that there was so much information about making tutus; everything and anything including e-books, articles, videos and self instructional guidebooks showed up in my search. I was able to ignore some information right away due to a junior high school experience in which we had to participate in a one-time visit to a home economics class. All the boys in my class were assigned projects and mine was to sew together a shirt which when finished seemed more appropriate for an extra-terrestrial life form with three upper limbs than what I was accustomed to on my own planet. So, I dispensed with all tutus that had to be sewn and since I was compiling a list of supplies to take to a fabric store, I left the videos alone for the time being.
My neighbor offered to have my daughter stay the night with a fellow third grader who for some reason didn't have to wear a tutu; so I was free to rush to the fabric store on the town square before it closed. Upon entering, I just about tackled the first salesperson I saw, practically hyperventilating as I explained that I needed help on how to make a tutu. She didn't know much about putting a tutu together but she sure knew how to get me what I needed to make one or it could have been two or three from the amount of supplies I left there with.
I got home and got organized. First of all, I laid out all the supplies I'd need for the job on the kitchen table. It looked remarkably similar to something you'd see in hospital surgery room. Next, I scribbled out on a blank sheets of paper one instruction per sheet from a series of directions and whenever possible taped an illustration of the finished step just below what I'd written. I secured all these steps sequentially around the room and got to work.
I set my pace and kept it up all through the evening. There were moments that I questioned if I was really going to come through especially when I found myself undoing what I'd done to redo it to match the illustration I was trying to copy but just before sunrise I had in my hands a very good copy of a pink tutu. I was still on the sofa where I'd fallen asleep when she came home. I knew she was home by the shrieks of joy that came from her as she danced around the room in her tutu. As we were heading out the door for school and her impending school play, my daughter turned to me and asked if I could put together a tutu for her cat, Princess Light Foot. I can do that I thought as I looked over at all the left over fabric, which seemed to be enough for a circus elephant, only next time I find a class.
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