I love the mama and me trend that I’ve seen going around where mamas and their littles dress in coordinating outfits or even the same outfit. I have a couple of patterns that are the same as Laila Grace and I always have these grand plans of sewing the two of us cute little outfits. But, let’s face it, my sewing plan is usually, “SQUIRREL!” I let myself get pulled this way and that way by the latest and greatest patterns from my favorite designers. And I’m always working on something. Because sewing is therapeutic for me and a key component in helping me handle post partum depression and body image issues (this is also a good blog post).
A lot of you have asked. I’ve thought about it for a while now. I’m finally going to do it. I’m going to do it. I’m going to “dare greatly” and put myself out there.
Well, more like “pestering my hubs to allow me to measure him so that I can make him a proper fitting garment.” Except he refused to let me measure him until yesterday. And my post for the tour is due tomorrow, August 5. To say I’m a little annoyed about the situation would be a definite understatement. Continue reading
The other day I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I smiled. I smiled at myself. Continue reading
So… I tested another pattern. I was surprised at how easy this one was. I didn’t need to figure out my normal adjustments (I’m looking at you, FBA!). It was just a straight sew. Wes jokes that I always need to B. I. B. adjustment. In case you’re curious, it’s the “Because I’m Black” adjustment. Haha! He’s pretty funny when he wants to be.
So, I joined a Blogger Gang. Haha! It’s actually a tribe. Blogger Tribe sounds wayyyy less intense. Anyway, the point of the blogger tribe is to have a group of bloggers support one another and lift each other up. I can certainly use some support from other writers regarding my blog. Sometimes I just don’t have anything to say (or I feel like I don’t).
I got rid of them. I got rid of all of my clothing. Well, almost all of my clothing. You must be thinking that I’ve lost my mind. I assure you that I haven’t. Even though when the purging of my clothes brought me to tears- yes… really- I certainly thought that I’d gone a little “batty.”