broken foot blues

So, you know how at the end of the super-long post I wrote yesterday, I was all, “I’m totally going to be sewing more & blogging more, so watch this space!”

Well, this afternoon, I was walking home from dropping Ramona off for her last day of preschool. I was thinking about the hilarious adult onesie I was planning to make for my Halloween costume (I was going to be a mimic octopus pretending to be three poisonous sea snakes–it’s from an episode of “The Octonauts”) & how excited I was about the ten-yard roll of indigo stretch Cone Mills denim I just brought up to my sewing room. Time to sew ALL the jeans!

Leaves have been falling & there were big drifts of them all over the sidewalk. They were obscuring a loose brick in the sidewalk just twenty feet from my house. I tripped on it, fell down, & broke my foot. It’s my right foot: my sewing foot. Specifically, I broke the second metatarsal, right across the top of my foot. Right now it’s splinted, & I’m seeing the orthopedist next week. He’ll decide if I need a cast or if I can get away with just a boot. I’ll be on crutches for the next six weeks.

Photo on 10-27-17 at 7.25 PM #2 #2

So this really throws a hitch into my sewing plans. We’ll see if I am able to sew with my left foot instead, but obviously it’s going to be a challenge to hobble around my sewing room, cutting things out & pressing & all that good stuff, with a broken foot. My sewing room is also upstairs, & right now, my approach to stairs is to sit down & scoot up & down them on my butt, & then crawl to the closest piece of furniture & use it to help haul myself to my feet. I hurt my hand & my shoulder when I fell, so that’s kind of holding me back a little bit as well. I’ll probably have an easier time getting around once those heal up.

I also learned a few more interesting things about the preschool board, per the main topic of yesterday’s post:

1) One family on the board was so bound & determined to force our family out of the school, they threw down an ultimatum: “It’s them or us.”

2) The mother in this family also asked, “Why does Ciara even care so much about the tipi thing? She’s white.” Because, as we all know, calling out racism is the sole responsibility of people of color. White people should just kick back & bask in the comfort of their race privilege until some person of color comes along & makes things all uncomfy. </sarcasm>

3) Another board family trash-picked the tipi after the director threw it away, & their children have been playing with it at home for the last two months. Interestingly, this is a family that has told me that they agree with me about the tipi being an inappropriate toy.

So. Liars, racists, & hypocrites. Just in case there was ever any doubt.


Published by Ciara

Ciara Xyerra wrote zines for the better part of two decades. She has a brilliant & adorable preschooler named Ramona & sews as much as she possibly can. She lives in Lawrence, Kansas with her boyfriend. She enjoys catching up on "The New Yorker", meatball subs, keeping it cranky, intersectional post-third wave feminism, dinosaurs, & monsters. If you have nothing nice to say, she recommends that you come sit here by her, so you can say not-nice things together.

12 thoughts on “broken foot blues

  1. Ouch! Hope it heals as quickly as possible. Does your machine have a start/stop button? I’ve never used mine but was told by the sewing machine dealer that it’s for this who can’t use a foot pedal. And if it makes you feel any better, I employ the bum scoot on a regular basis.

  2. The comment about you not caring about the tipi because you’re white. I can’t even…who SAYS that? Who thinks it? I am baffled.

    Mostly I wanted to say that I hope it all turns out for the best for your daughter. My son is 4, and was going to a preschool that was costing just slightly less than my part-time salary. When he turned 4 we had the option of putting him in a significantly less expensive, program. We were torn up over it but ultimately decided it was the best option. It was hard explaining it, because what do 4 year olds know about finances? And he was upset, and we felt like assholes for making the decision. But after day 1 of his new school, he was okay. And after a week, it was like old hat, and now he loves it. I know the situation is different than yours, since we chose to move our child, but I am hoping that your daughter has an easy transition to whatever is next. Kids’ emotions can run high but in the end a lot of times they are adaptable when they’re young. Fingers crossed that’s your experience too.

  3. I’m really sorry all of this is happening and I hope you guys catch a break in chaos and bullshit soon. I hope your six weeks passes as quickly, calmly, and restfully as possible. ❤

  4. Noooooooooo not your sewing foot! I don’t suppose you have a machine with a knee pedal attachment? (I have one but I’ve never used it, maybe I should practice just in case). There’s always cross stitching I suppose… but it’s hardly jeans.

    I hope one of the school parents didn’t put a hex on you… (I am only mostly joking). I hope it heals quickly.

  5. Sending big empathy hugs. I had a “spare” tarsal bone that had to be removed. (my rt also) I spent so much time on crutches I became a pro on stairs. These days I’d be doing them the same as you. 🙂
    My M-inlaw had a sewing machine table with a knee control. It was a lever that pushed on the pedal/controler that mounted up under the table. I see them for sale pretty cheap around here. Maybe you might find a bargain? Or one you could borrow? You’re due for some good luck!

  6. If you don’t have a start stop button on your machine, I’ve seen people either put the pedal between their knees or use it with their hand on top of the table. Might be worth experimenting.

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