On Pins and Needles

by Chloe Taylor

  - - - - Chapter 1 - - - -

  Plenty of Pom-Poms!

  Three guesses where I’m going today—and the first two don’t count. The Eastern State University football game, you say? Congratulations! You are right! And, no, I am not wearing this “pom-pom dress.” It’s what I wish the ESU cheerleaders could be wearing instead of the same old uniforms they’ve been sporting ever since I’ve been going to their games. And that’s . . . let’s see . . . If I’m twelve years old . . . that means twelve years, approximately.

  That probably sounds like I’m a huge, crazy football fan, doesn’t it? But I’m not really, so let me explain. If my dad didn’t work at ESU as a physical therapist for all the sports teams, trust me, I’d be at home sewing and sketching (and blogging!) on Saturdays instead of watching a football game—or basketball or baseball . . . You name it and we’re there. It’s not so bad, though, when my friends Kate and Priti come with me, which they are today. Hooray!

  If you’re there, look for us. I’ll be the one with the sketchbook—because you never know when inspiration will hit! Oh, and I’ll be wearing the top that I finally finished, which I blogged about yesterday. Some might think it’s a little fancy for a football game, but I think it’s just too cute not to wear right away. Too bad I didn’t make it Eagles colors—purple and yellow. Hmm. Those colors look pretty good together. Something to think about . . . !

  TTFN. Go, Eagles!

  (Did I really just say that?! OMG! I better go sew something, so I feel like myself again.)

  “Here it comes! Here it comes!” said Priti Holbrooke. She pointed to the end of the football field.

  “I see it.” Zoey Webber leaned forward and perched on the edge of the metal seat.

  On her other side was Kate Mackey, whose big blue eyes were focused on the game. Zoey nudged her. “It’s coming. Get ready,” she said.

  “What?” Kate turned to look. “Again?” She groaned, but she was smiling as she leaned forward as well.

  A second later, the wave reached them. They stood and threw their arms into the air: Kate’s long, tan ones; Zoey’s pale, freckled ones; and Priti’s, which were cinnamon brown.

  “Whooo!” Zoey yelled—not quite as loud as Priti, but close—then they all sat back down and watched the wave continue around.

  “That’s fifteen!” Priti exclaimed. “How high do you think it’ll go?”

  Kate glanced at the clock. “Well, it’s almost halftime, so it’ll have to stop pretty soon.”

  Suddenly, the crowd jumped back up and an even louder cry rang out. Zoey looked down to see the whole ESU team celebrating what must have been an exciting touchdown.

  “Oh! I missed it!” cried Kate. She shook her head in disbelief.

  Zoey rubbed Kate’s shoulder. “Sorry,” she said. Kate took sports very seriously, and since Zoey took fashion very seriously, she knew how she must feel. Not as bad, of course, as Zoey had felt when the dress she’d designed and sewn for their school’s fashion show was mysteriously ruined by yellow paint. More like when she realized she’d mixed up the sleeves on the top she was wearing that day. She’d almost cried when she had to rip them out and start all over again. In the end, though, it turned out fine. Better than she’d hoped. The top was supersimple . . . looking. Basically, a loose-fitting tee. The fabric, though, was a fabulous blue-and-green pattern for the bodice and a magenta-and-gold one for the sleeves.

  “Don’t worry, they’ll do it again,” she told Kate.

  “Let’s hope so,” Kate said as she looked at the scoreboard, which now read: VISITORS 21, ESU EAGLES 6.

  Priti leaned over Zoey to give Kate a pat on the knee. “Spirit!” she said. “That’s what wins games. Hey! You want some stickers to put on your cheeks?” She pointed to her own cheeks, on which tiny gold eagles were perched, and flashed her signature wide Holbrooke grin. “Oh, look out, look out!” she said suddenly. “Here comes another wave!”

  By halftime the wave count was twenty. The score hadn’t changed. And Zoey was getting hungry. It seemed like way more than two hours since she’d had lunch at home with her dad.

  “Snack bar?” she asked her friends, who each instantly jumped up.

  “You read my mind! I’m starving,” said Kate, already scooting toward the aisle.

  Zoey stopped in front of her dad, who’d been sitting behind them with friends from work. They were all wearing ESU caps, which were purple with gold letters across the front. Only her dad had on The Tie, though, which he always wore for good luck. It was bright purple with gold winking eagles, and frankly it made Zoey’s eyes hurt.

  Zoey loved her dad more than anything . . . but he was style challenged, to say the least. She sometimes wondered if her mom were alive, would he have still worn the things he did? Zoey was too young when her mom died to remember her well, but everyone still talked about her style and how chic she always looked.

  In fact, Zoey wondered a lot of things about what having her mom would be like.

  “Hey, Dad? Okay if we go get some popcorn?” she called to him.

  He nodded. “Sure. Bring some back for me?”

  Zoey held out her hand and opened and closed it, the international sign for Money, please.

  “Thank you!” she said as he handed her a bill.

  “Yeah, thanks, Mr. Webber!” Priti and Kate chimed in.

  Together, they hurried down the bleacher steps to the nearest snack bar. The air smelled of salty popcorn and greasy hot dogs, and the line was already long. Zoey read the menu to see what else they might want . . . .

  “Ooh, look!” she said. “They have gummy bears!”

  Kate made a face, and so did Priti, and Zoey quickly remembered why. Both of her friends had braces, which made gummy bears—and a million other things—almost impossible to eat. Kate had been the first one to get them, and Zoey still remembered how jealous she’d been. “Why can’t I get braces?” she’d asked her dad again and again.

  “Because you don’t need them,” he’d told her proudly. “You have straight teeth—like your mom.” Personally, Zoey would rather have gotten her mom’s strawberry-blonde hair instead of the wavy brown stuff she got from her dad. But she also knew now that braces weren’t half as much fun as she’d thought they were when she was ten.

  “Popcorn’s bad enough,” said Priti. “I still have some stuck in my mouth from last week.”

  “I know.” Kate nodded. “I’m going to be so happy on Monday. I can’t wait!”

  “Monday?” Priti flashed a sneaky look at Zoey. “Why?” she asked. “What happens then?”

  Kate’s mouth fell open, stunned. “I’m getting my braces off. How could you forget?”

  “Oh right.” Priti nodded this time. “Of course. Silly me.” She started to smile at Zoey, but Zoey had to look away. She knew if her eyes met Priti’s right then, she could easily blow their surprise for Kate.

  “You know, it’s too bad Libby couldn’t come,” Zoey said, since changing the subject seemed like a good idea. Plus, she really was sorry their newest friend from school wasn’t there with them too.

  Libby was new to Mapleton Prep. She’d just moved to town. And she was one of several happy surprises middle school had brought to Zoey that year. Another was something Zoey had actually petitioned for the year before: For the first time in sixty-five years, no more school uniforms! Now, instead of pleated skirts and ties, students could wear (practically) anything at all, and Zoey was already making the most of the new and much-improved dress code.

  Zoey wanted her clothes to say something distinctive about herself. She also believed that clothes were fun—not just to wear, but to design. Over the summer, she started sketching all kinds of cool dresses and outfits, though it was a hobby she’d kept to he
rself. And then one day she showed Kate and Priti—her bestest and oldest friends—and, well, they went kind of crazy over all of them. It was their idea, in fact, for Zoey to put her sketches into her very own fashion blog. And now Sew Zoey had hundreds of followers . . . which was definitely the most surprising surprise of the fall. And every time she looked at the ticker counting visitors to the blog, it was moving ahead.

  The line for the concession stand, meanwhile, was barely moving at all.

  “Where’s Libby, anyway?” Priti asked.

  “Remember? Her aunt is visiting this weekend,” Zoey said. “But I told her there’d be lots more chances to come to a game with us, if my dad has anything to do with it.” She laughed.

  “And Marcus? I thought he was a big fan?” asked Kate.

  “Band practice,” Zoey replied. Her brother was sixteen years old and played drums in a band with his friends. They were pretty good but only knew a few songs from start to finish.

  “I don’t know about you, but I’m happy it’s just us. It’s kind of nice,” said Kate.

  “Group hug!” yelled Priti as she pulled Kate and Zoey in for a squeeze. The three girls were still laughing as the line moved up.

  At last they got to the counter, and Zoey ordered two popcorns and a drink. “Oh, and a cotton candy,” she added.

  “Make that two cotton candies!” said Kate. “You know, I think maybe I should go to the bathroom . . . . Anyone else have to go?”

  Priti shook her head, and Zoey did as well.

  “Go ahead,” Priti said. “We’ll wait here for you.”

  Zoey slipped her change in her pocket and watched Kate walk off. “She’s going to love our surprise!” she said, turning to Priti. “I can’t wait until Monday! Oh wait, Tuesday, I guess.” That was the day they’d give Kate a gift to celebrate her newly straightened teeth: a “bye-bye braces” lunch bag filled with the things she’d been missing so much for the past two years.

  “I already got a ton of stuff!” said Priti. “Have you made the bag?”

  “Not yet,” Zoey said. “I still have to get the fabric. I was going to get it tomorrow when we go to A Stitch in Time. You’re still coming with me to Cecily Chen’s book signing, right?”

  “Definitely!” said Priti. “I can’t wait. I love her clothes!”

  “I know,” said Zoey. “I can’t believe she’s from around here!”

  Cecily Chen was a young designer, but she was becoming famous very fast. She’d been a judge on Fashion Showdown and dressed Kate Middleton several times. Her style was distinctive but always evolving. That season, she was into warm colors and layered pieces that looked effortless, but that were actually pretty complicated to make. But what made Zoey most excited by her was the fact that she’d grown up just two towns away.

  According to Jan, who owned the fabric store called A Stitch in Time, the designer had shopped in her store all the time until she got her big break and moved to New York. It gave Zoey a little thrill from then on, whenever she walked through the heavy glass doors. I’m walking in a famous designer’s footsteps!

  “So Kate’s not coming?” asked Priti.

  “No, she has a soccer game, luckily. Hey! If you want, I can show you my sketch for the bag . . . .”

  “Oh good!” Priti took the tray of refreshments from Zoey’s hands. “Do it, but make it fast!”

  Quickly, Zoey pulled out her sketchbook from her own bag and flipped it open to show Priti the page. “See, it kind of looks like a big lunch bag—but with a curved flap, so it looks like a smile when it’s closed.”

  “Ooh! That’s going to be good! Promise you’ll make me one too, when my braces come off,” she begged.

  “Of course!” Zoey told her.

  “I’m back,” Kate said suddenly.

  Zoey and Priti both looked up from Zoey’s open sketchbook to see Kate standing there, smiling at them.

  “The line was way too long. What’re you looking at?” she asked.

  “Huh? Oh . . . nothing . . . ,” Zoey faltered. She turned the page as fast as she could. “Just got an urge to sketch something . . .” She grinned at Kate. “You know me!”

  “Here?” Kate’s head swiveled, taking in the jeans-and-sweatshirt-wearing crowd. “What are you going to make now?” she asked. “A football jersey dress?”

  Zoey laughed. Then she stopped and put a finger to her chin. “Actually . . . ,” she said, “that’s a pretty cool idea!”

  - - - - Chapter 2 - - - -

  The Joys of Jersey

  Remember when I said you never know when inspiration is going to hit you? Well, after the football game on Saturday, I just couldn’t get this jersey dress idea out of my mind. I’m thinking of it as a riff on a team jersey that’s also made of jersey material. It’s jersey times two! Anyway, I started wondering why so many things are called “jersey,” and that made me think about other kinds of sports jerseys. So, for your viewing pleasure, today’s sketch is about as sporty as Sew Zoey gets!

  After all that jersey talk, it turned out I don’t actually have any in the ESU team colors. So I found some purple gabardine and yellow ribbon for the stripes. It’s not going to be exactly like I planned, but I think it’s coming together. That’s what I love about making clothes: all the happy surprises that it brings! Of course, it can also bring unhappy surprises, as you’ve read in this very blog. But that’s when I try to remember what my dad always says about “looking on the bright side.” (Don’t tell him I said so, but he’s totally right.)

  But enough about that . . . I’m about to meet one of my fashion idols in person! This has got to be, hands down, one of the most exciting days of my whole life—right up there with the breakfast with Cinderella in her castle in Disney World (What can I say? I was five.) and the very first day my aunt Lulu took me to A Stitch in Time. Today I’m going to A Stitch in Time—but not to buy fabric, necessarily. I’m going to see Cecily Chen—yes, that Cecily Chen!—who’ll be signing copies of her brand-new book. Now the only question is: What to wear? Whatever it is, I hope Cecily Chen likes it! What an amazing night this is going to be!

  Five o’clock . . . Ugh, thought Zoey. Her aunt Lulu should have been there to pick her up by then.

  Still waiting, she texted Priti.

  Ready when u r, Priti texted back.

  Cecily Chen’s book signing started at six, and they still had to pick up Priti.

  Zoey bet that the line to get books signed was already snaking out A Stitch in Time’s front door. She was trying to keep herself busy by putting the finishing touches on a new dress, one inspired by Kate at the football game the day before.

  “You’re still here?” Her dad walked out of the kitchen and into the dining room, which was more like Zoey’s sewing room these days. The table made a great surface for cutting out patterns and fabric (much better than her bed). Plus, the truth was they hardly ever ate in there. Aunt Lulu did all the big family dinners at her house. The room had hardly been used since Zoey was a baby and her mom had sewed in there herself.

  Zoey’s dad was happy to let her use the room as her mom had. “Besides, if you sewed in your room,” he told her, “it would distract you from your homework even more than blogging does.”

  “Yeah, I do kind of get in the zone when I sew, don’t I?” Zoey said shyly.

  “Time flies when you’re having fun,” he replied. “Hey, I thought you were leaving a half hour ago.”

  Zoey shrugged. “So did I.” She picked up her phone and checked the screen. “I texted Aunt Lulu, and she hasn’t texted back, so hopefully she’s in the car and almost here.” She nodded to the foamy drink her dad was holding. “Who’s that for?” she asked. It looked like a milkshake . . . in a way. The grayish-green, zombie-skin color, though, made Zoey think again.

  “This,” her dad said, “is for Marcus. He’s studying for a test tomorrow, and I thought I’d make him a little energy juice.”

  “Oh yeah?” Oh boy. Her dad and his juicer. “What’s . . . in it?�
� Zoey asked.

  He frowned. “Don’t look so scared. It’s all good stuff,” he said.

  “Like?”

  He grinned. “A banana.”

  “And?”

  “Some apple . . . a carrot . . . some spinach . . .”

  Ew.

  “Soy milk . . . green-tea powder . . . Oh, and a little ginger to spice it up. Seriously, it’s delicious! Here, taste it, Zo,” he said.

  “That’s okay—”

  Ding-dong.

  Zoey jumped up. Saved by the doorbell!

  “That’s Aunt Lulu! I’ll see you later—after dinner. Tell Marcus bon appétit for me, Dad!”

  “I’m so sorry I’m late,” said Aunt Lulu as soon as Zoey opened the door. “A client called and like a dope I answered, and she went on and on and on. And then Draper had to go out again, and that took forever, of course.”

  Draper was Aunt Lulu’s dog and faithful companion since before Zoey was born. She remembered racing with him when she was little for hours around the yard. Now, though, he had two speeds: superslow and comatose.

  “But don’t worry,” Aunt Lulu went on. “We’ll be there in plenty of time. Well, well!” She paused and crossed her arms. “Don’t you look adorable, Zo!”

  Zoey smiled. “Thanks,” she said. “It took me forever to decide what to wear. I almost went with shorts and tights and Cecily Chen-ish layers on top . . . but I then I thought, no, why not wear something I made . . . and I really love this top.”

  “It’s great,” said Aunt Lulu. Then she pointed to Zoey’s top. “Is that the ikat fabric I gave you?”

  Zoey nodded back. “Uh-huh.”

  “Well, I knew it looked good in my client’s living room,” her aunt said, “but it looks even better on you—and with that skirt. So cute! So? Are you ready?” She stepped back out through the doorway.

  “Oh yeah!” Zoey said. “Oh wait!” She turned around and ran back to the dining room and grabbed a swatch of pink polka-dot fabric and a black Sharpie from a jar.

  Aunt Lulu raised her eyebrows as Zoey skipped back with the swatch in her hand.

  “For her to sign,” Zoey explained. “I had this idea that maybe if I could get a bunch of designers’ autographs, I could make a quilt or something.”