Kids Disney Boutique / Customs Clothes Part 3

[Stephres]

Stephres - What does your ds's shirt say in your sig pic?

It says "Blame my sister." When we were school shopping he discovered the graphic t-shirts at Target and I let him get a few. Now they are all he wears! His favorite that he wears as often as I wash it says "I finish all my homework before playing video games" but certain letters are highlighted to spell "I am lying." He loves that shirt!

 

[bsusanmb]

It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the
way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and
ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, "Can't you see I'm on
the phone?" Obviously not. No one can see if I'm on the phone, or
cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the
corner, because no one can see me at all.


I'm invisible.


Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this?
Can you tie this? Can you open this?


Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being.
I'm a Clock to ask, "What time is it?" I'm a satellite guide to answer, "What
number is the Disney Channel?" I'm a car to order, "Right around 5:30,
please."
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the
eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude
- but now they had disappea
red into the peanut butter, never to be seen
again.


She's going . she's going . she's gone!


One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a
friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip,
and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting
there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was
hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my
out-of-style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean.
My unwashed hair was pulled up in a banana clip and I was afraid I could
actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when
Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, "I
brought you this."


It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure
why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:
"To Charlotte, with admiratio n for the greatness of what you are
building when no one sees."


In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would
Discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after
which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great
cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave their
whole lives for a work they would never see finished.
They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.


A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the
cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny
bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, "Why are
you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be
covered by the roof? No one will ever see it."


And the workman replied, "Because God sees. "

I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place.
It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, "I see you, Charlotte. I see
the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does.
No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake
you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are
building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will
become."


At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a
disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my
own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.


I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As
one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see
finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The
writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be bu ilt in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to
sacrifice to that degree.


When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend
he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, "My mom gets up at
4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table."
That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want
him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to
his friend, to add, "You're gonna love it there."


As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're
doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will
marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been
added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.







To all of you who are building cathedrals...many blessings!
Susan








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[livndisney]

Hi! Okay If anyone from the Hampton Roads Area is on this thread Please PM me! Reason is I was wondering if they would like to share expenses for a Road Trip to the one and ONLY Hobby Lobby in the entire state????? The darn thing is 198 miles away! I have four Hancocks fabric stores within 20 miles of my home but only this one Hobby Lobby Nana

Nana,

4 HANCOCKS! That is not fair! . We had 1 and it closed a few months ago. And we don't have ANY Hobby Lobbys. My only choices are Walmart and Joanns(With NO Disney fabric). And the really expensive quilt shop. (I guess I could drive to my sisters house in Texas they have Hobby Lobby-but that just seems excessive for fabric right? )

 

[aimeeg]

Hi! Okay If anyone from the Hampton Roads Area is on this thread Please PM me! Reason is I was wondering if they would like to share expenses for a Road Trip to the one and ONLY Hobby Lobby in the entire state????? The darn thing is 198 miles away! I have four Hancocks fabric stores within 20 miles of my home but only this one Hobby Lobby Nana

This is too funny. We live outside of Baltimore and I was trying to figure out what Day Trip we could go on just to go to that Hobby Lobby! I do not think it is going to happen.

 

[o2bacelt]

Well Aimee, if you decide to go maybe we can get all the MD and VA disers together and make a party of it.

 

[CastleCreations]

My cat is Abby.

Abigail VanDerKitty.

My cat is Abby too..
Ahblin Innis Orr's Debutant....LOL...and no, I'm not kidding...

 

[jennwdw]

I so needed this today....thanks

It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the
way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and
ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, "Can't you see I'm on
the phone?" Obviously not. No one can see if I'm on the phone, or
cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the
corner, because no one can see me at all.


I'm invisible.


Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this?
Can you tie this? Can you open this?


Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being.
I'm a Clock to ask, "What time is it?" I'm a satellite guide to answer, "What
number is the Disney Channel?" I'm a car to order, "Right around 5:30,
please."
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the
eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude
- but now they had disappea
red into the peanut butter, never to be seen
again.


She's going . she's going . she's gone!


One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a
friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip,
and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting
there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was
hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my
out-of-style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean.
My unwashed hair was pulled up in a banana clip and I was afraid I could
actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when
Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, "I
brought you this."


It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure
why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:
"To Charlotte, with admiratio n for the greatness of what you are
building when no one sees."


In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would
Discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after
which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great
cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave their
whole lives for a work they would never see finished.
They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.


A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the
cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny
bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, "Why are
you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be
covered by the roof? No one will ever see it."


And the workman replied, "Because God sees. "

I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place.
It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, "I see you, Charlotte. I see
the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does.
No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake
you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are
building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will
become."


At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a
disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my
own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.


I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As
one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see
finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The
writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be bu ilt in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to
sacrifice to that degree.


When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend
he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, "My mom gets up at
4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table."
That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want
him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to
his friend, to add, "You're gonna love it there."


As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're
doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will
marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been
added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.







To all of you who are building cathedrals...many blessings!
Susan








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[thepeach80]

It says "Blame my sister." When we were school shopping he discovered the graphic t-shirts at Target and I let him get a few. Now they are all he wears! His favorite that he wears as often as I wash it says "I finish all my homework before playing video games" but certain letters are highlighted to spell "I am lying." He loves that shirt!

That's cute. My mom just bought my boys some too. Evan's favorite one is 'I'll trade my sister for a new puppy'. He just laughs and says sister for puppy (he's not quite 3).

 

[100AcrePrincess]

Two worth mentioning are #3943 and #8953 (Simplicity) Holy pouffy Princesses!!! I want these for ME!

I almost got #8953 to use for DD3's birthday party dress this year. She saw it & said 'Look it's Cinderella's dress!'. Then I decided that I can wing it & use ALOT less fabric than that pattern called for. I think it turned out pretty good. The party is Saturday, so I should have some pics to post soon.

 

[thepeach80]

Pics of a few things for our trip NEXT WEEK! I can't believe I can really say next week now (it's Saturday of next week, but still).

Here's what the boys are wearing to the luau at the Poly. The shorts came out pretty short so I'm thinking AJ's will only be worn as a set once. Oops.

Ilana's shorts for WDW. I still need to the add the graphic on the top.

A shirt for me.

Another one for me, but my mom has one and my grandma and my dad, DH, and brother have these in blue minus the stitching on the edge.

I made a lot more shirts using the disigns board which is so easy and fun if you don't want to make super customs for everything.

Oh and here's AJ's first day of school on Monday. He can't sit and look nice for anything, lol.

Here's the blanket I made Evan while he was taking his nap while AJ was at school. It's fleece on the other side. Evan loves blankets and loves this fabric so I had to do something for him.

Oh and for those of you going to Disney soon, if you see some kids looking like this through the park, it's us!

 

[cheerbop]

I needed to hear this today also. thanks for sharing

It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the
way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and
ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, "Can't you see I'm on
the phone?" Obviously not. No one can see if I'm on the phone, or
cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the
corner, because no one can see me at all.


I'm invisible.


Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this?
Can you tie this? Can you open this?


Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being.
I'm a Clock to ask, "What time is it?" I'm a satellite guide to answer, "What
number is the Disney Channel?" I'm a car to order, "Right around 5:30,
please."
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the
eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude
- but now they had disappea
red into the peanut butter, never to be seen
again.


She's going . she's going . she's gone!


One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a
friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip,
and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting
there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was
hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my
out-of-style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean.
My unwashed hair was pulled up in a banana clip and I was afraid I could
actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when
Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, "I
brought you this."


It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure
why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:
"To Charlotte, with admiratio n for the greatness of what you are
building when no one sees."


In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would
Discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after
which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great
cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave their
whole lives for a work they would never see finished.
They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.


A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the
cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny
bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, "Why are
you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be
covered by the roof? No one will ever see it."


And the workman replied, "Because God sees. "

I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place.
It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, "I see you, Charlotte. I see
the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does.
No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake
you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are
building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will
become."


At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a
disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my
own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.


I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As
one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see
finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The
writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be bu ilt in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to
sacrifice to that degree.


When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend
he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, "My mom gets up at
4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table."
That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want
him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to
his friend, to add, "You're gonna love it there."


As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're
doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will
marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been
added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.







To all of you who are building cathedrals...many blessings!
Susan








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[Clutterbug]

Sorry for the huge reply, but I'm trying to catch up and I just can't stop myself from commenting.

Great job! I love the sparkle to the skirt!

Also, to show I am crazy, here are Megan's and my coordinating outfits. I am trying to decide if I should make more. She has more outfits that I didn't coordinate. What do you think? Am I crazy?
Pirate:

Animal Kingdom:

Minnie:

Also, I was in JoAnn's and Disney was on sale and I found this adorable Tink fleece. I think Megan needs a new outfit for our trip, don't you?

If you are crazy then so am I! I really want to make myself a bunch t-shirts to match the kids' outfits. The Minnie head appliques like yours are exactly what I have in mind too. I also want to make a red dot skirt for Chef Mickey's.

I love that fabric. There are so many cute Disney flannels and I've been trying to figure out what I could do with them, especially since we are going to be at WDW in December. I recently read a trip report that said you should really have a robe or something warm when you swim in December. I know my kids are really hoping to be able to swim so, I think that's a great idea for the flannel.

Both your DD and that dress are beautiful!!

OK, be kind....my first masterpiece My attempt at a twirl skirt:

Woo Hoo! You did it! I think it came out great!

I really like the outfits! I especially love how they are all unique but coordinated.

Do you mean this one? I swear, she's using the troll's nose to keep from falling off his foot but the photo definitely looks like something else is happening.

I don't know about Rodeo Drive but I am working with a woman to try to get a children's clothing line launched. It's still in the planning stages so I'm not counting any money yet but it's an awesome opportunity even if we don't hit it big. We're trying to find a reliable factory to manufacture the garments. We'd hoped to have our first collection ready for Spring of 2008 but it's looking more likely that we'll go for Fall 2008. There's so much more to it all than I'd ever considered but it's something I dreamed of doing since high school... although at that time I wanted to design for adults but doing kid's clothes is definitely more fun.

If I show that to my kids they are going to insist that we get a picture with the troll.

GOOD LUCK with your clothing line venture. I can only imagine that it will be fabulous!

Cute outfit! I can tell that your DD loves it!

The outfit turned out so cute! I love the shoes to match. Hope Princess Sock Monkey had a wonderful day!

The strips are flared. The measurement at the top should be 2.5" wide and the bottom should be 5" wide. You can make them whatever length you like. HTH!

Thank you! I made my first attempt with recatangular strips and I decided that I would like the flared ones better if I try that style again. It will be great to have the measurements.

Okay, I'm still not caught up, but I need to get my full attention back to work.

 

[princessreilly]

I love your outfits for Disney. Too cute!

Pics of a few things for our trip NEXT WEEK! I can't believe I can really say next week now (it's Saturday of next week, but still).

Here's what the boys are wearing to the luau at the Poly. The shorts came out pretty short so I'm thinking AJ's will only be worn as a set once. Oops.

Ilana's shorts for WDW. I still need to the add the graphic on the top.

A shirt for me.

Another one for me, but my mom has one and my grandma and my dad, DH, and brother have these in blue minus the stitching on the edge.

I made a lot more shirts using the disigns board which is so easy and fun if you don't want to make super customs for everything.

Oh and here's AJ's first day of school on Monday. He can't sit and look nice for anything, lol.

Here's the blanket I made Evan while he was taking his nap while AJ was at school. It's fleece on the other side. Evan loves blankets and loves this fabric so I had to do something for him.

Oh and for those of you going to Disney soon, if you see some kids looking like this through the park, it's us!

 

[snubie]

My latest creation, not Disney, but I am so pleased with how it came out. I used a pattern from YCMT. Ignore the pants, she insisted she needed pants this morning despite that fact that it is over 80 degrees already.

Peer pressure I say... I bought a ruffler foot online today, just waiting for it to arrive so I can tackle some bigger projects. I HATE ruffling by hand.

 

[princess lovers mom]

thanks...I'm printing this for my mom who I hope will realize that all of the little things she did for me as a child are not going unoticed as I have become her with my own girls and now I realize what she probably felt like....we all are creating beautiful masterpeices.....it has been said here several times that it is not about the outfit, but rather the look onthe kids faces when we give it to them...they know what it really means....momma loves me

It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the
way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and
ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, "Can't you see I'm on
the phone?" Obviously not. No one can see if I'm on the phone, or
cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the
corner, because no one can see me at all.


I'm invisible.


Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this?
Can you tie this? Can you open this?


Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being.
I'm a Clock to ask, "What time is it?" I'm a satellite guide to answer, "What
number is the Disney Channel?" I'm a car to order, "Right around 5:30,
please."
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the
eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude
- but now they had disappea
red into the peanut butter, never to be seen
again.


She's going . she's going . she's gone!


One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a
friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip,
and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting
there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was
hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my
out-of-style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean.
My unwashed hair was pulled up in a banana clip and I was afraid I could
actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when
Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, "I
brought you this."


It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure
why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:
"To Charlotte, with admiratio n for the greatness of what you are
building when no one sees."


In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would
Discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after
which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great
cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave their
whole lives for a work they would never see finished.
They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.


A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the
cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny
bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, "Why are
you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be
covered by the roof? No one will ever see it."


And the workman replied, "Because God sees. "

I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place.
It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, "I see you, Charlotte. I see
the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does.
No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake
you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are
building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will
become."


At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a
disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my
own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.


I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As
one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see
finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The
writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be bu ilt in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to
sacrifice to that degree.


When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend
he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, "My mom gets up at
4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table."
That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want
him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to
his friend, to add, "You're gonna love it there."


As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're
doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will
marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been
added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.







To all of you who are building cathedrals...many blessings!
Susan








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[princesssfws]

Add some cats to my and I bought myself $144 of beads! Oh Man! Bad Aimee!!!

I was watching those Peter Pan beads but the price was too rich for my blood. Glad that you got them.

Here is my latest sewing creation. It is for MousekaMaddi's daughter, she helped design the outfit. I think it turned out pretty cute.

Great work on all the things posted already.

 

[dance2874]

OK, I had my first Hobby Lobby experience tonight!!!! We had to drive to the outskirts of Salt Lake BUT....I swear I heard Harold Angels singing and a beacon of light shown on the building as we approached!!!! They released a hundred doves, I swear!

I LOVE that Santa and Leopard print! Which I didn't get YET. I scored 10 Simplicity patterns for 99 cents a piece. I focused on fall/winter type patterns. I got some good ones!

Two worth mentioning are #3943 and #8953 (Simplicity) Holy pouffy Princesses!!! I want these for ME!

I hear the angels singing when I pull in there when they have the scrapbook stuff all 50% off. I love buying scrapbook stuff I live less than 10 miles from 2 Hobby Lobbies, at least 3 JoAnns, at leasst 3 Michaels, one Hancock and tons of WMarts with fabric sections. And I am not letting my self shop for anything else until I tackle the other project I bought stuff for the other day. (and it is killing me not to go looking at fabric!) No use buying stuff until I am ready for it....or at least that is what I am telling myself

 

[teresajoy]

To all of you who are building cathedrals...many blessings!
Susan

Thanks, sometimes we all need a reminder that what we are doing is really important!

Nana,

4 HANCOCKS! That is not fair! . We had 1 and it closed a few months ago. And we don't have ANY Hobby Lobbys. My only choices are Walmart and Joanns(With NO Disney fabric). And the really expensive quilt shop. (I guess I could drive to my sisters house in Texas they have Hobby Lobby-but that just seems excessive for fabric right? )

Yes, but you Live IN Disney!!! That has to make up a little bit for the lack of fabric, right?

Pics of a few things for our trip NEXT WEEK! I can't believe I can really say next week now (it's Saturday of next week, but still).

Here's what the boys are wearing to the luau at the Poly. The shorts came out pretty short so I'm thinking AJ's will only be worn as a set once. Oops.

Ilana's shorts for WDW. I still need to the add the graphic on the top.

A shirt for me.

Another one for me, but my mom has one and my grandma and my dad, DH, and brother have these in blue minus the stitching on the edge.

Oh and here's AJ's first day of school on Monday. He can't sit and look nice for anything, lol.

Here's the blanket I made Evan while he was taking his nap while AJ was at school. It's fleece on the other side. Evan loves blankets and loves this fabric so I had to do something for him.

Oh and for those of you going to Disney soon, if you see some kids looking like this through the park, it's us!

Adorable outfits!!! Your little guy looks so cute in his Thomas outfit! And I love the picture of your sleeping little one!!!
The stroller picture made me smile!

My latest creation, not Disney, but I am so pleased with how it came out. I used a pattern from YCMT. Ignore the pants, she insisted she needed pants this morning despite that fact that it is over 80 degrees already.

Peer pressure I say... I bought a ruffler foot online today, just waiting for it to arrive so I can tackle some bigger projects. I HATE ruffling by hand.

That dress is beautiful! I love the colors and the fabric! My daughter is wearing a sweater and long pants today, and it is 89 degrees out with a heat index of 94!! And, she's nine!!! My Mom brought over some new clothes for her yesterday, and she really wanted to wear them!

I was watching those Peter Pan beads but the price was too rich for my blood. Glad that you got them.

Here is my latest sewing creation. It is for MousekaMaddi's daughter, she helped design the outfit. I think it turned out pretty cute.

Great work on all the things posted already.

That is adorable!

I hear the angels singing when I pull in there when they have the scrapbook stuff all 50% off. I love buying scrapbook stuff I live less than 10 miles from 2 Hobby Lobbies, at least 3 JoAnns, at leasst 3 Michaels, one Hancock and tons of WMarts with fabric sections. And I am not letting my self shop for anything else until I tackle the other project I bought stuff for the other day. (and it is killing me not to go looking at fabric!) No use buying stuff until I am ready for it....or at least that is what I am telling myself

That is SOOOO NOT FAIR!!!!!

 

[HLAuburn]

My latest creation, not Disney, but I am so pleased with how it came out. I used a pattern from YCMT. Ignore the pants, she insisted she needed pants this morning despite that fact that it is over 80 degrees already.

Really cute! I love the fabric. I actually thought the pants went with it until I read what you wrote. I guess I'm into stripes and patterns!

 

[karenTX]

I hear the angels singing when I pull in there when they have the scrapbook stuff all 50% off. I love buying scrapbook stuff I live less than 10 miles from 2 Hobby Lobbies, at least 3 JoAnns, at leasst 3 Michaels, one Hancock and tons of WMarts with fabric sections. And I am not letting my self shop for anything else until I tackle the other project I bought stuff for the other day. (and it is killing me not to go looking at fabric!) No use buying stuff until I am ready for it....or at least that is what I am telling myself

This sounds just like me!! We must live close to one another!! My problem is that I go ahead and buy all the fabric and then don't have time to get anything done! Instead I waste time "working " and then waste work time on the DIS!! I'm been trying to think of some way to actually sew while reading this thread so it dosen't take me 5 hours to catch up again!