Day 6 - A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day.

Okay, I hope this isn't too weird, but I've given this a lot of thought and if it were possible, I think this would be an unforgettable experience. If I could trade places with someone for a day, I would pick each of my Grandparents one at a time. Hear me out. I would get to go to Heaven's waiting room and see and give hugs to everyone I know that's there! Granted, Heavenly time is SO much faster than ours, so it would have to be really, really quick hugs, but Oh! they would feel SO good! AND then my kids could meet my incredibly awesome Grandparents. I can't tell you how many times I wish they could meet them and know them like I did. I tell them stories all the time! It would be awesome if they could bake really soft cookies with Grandma H. Feed the chickens with Grandpa H. Have their ribs counted by Grandpa L. Read a good book with Grandma L. Sweet, sweet, sweetness! :)

Seeing their faces helps me remember how their voices sound. And what their hugs feel like. And how much they really, really love me.

Reflections

My sewing reflects my life. When I was younger (a lot younger) my Mom would buy me fabric so that I could make my own clothes that fit in the style of the day, but fit me and my gangliness. As I took classes in high school and college, I sewed things that fit into the assignments and time alotted for sewing during the years of cramming of information into my brain. When I got married, I tried to sew for my husband... boys are so hard to sew for! And when the kids came, thus ended the era of sewing anything for myself! As the mirror shows, my life is not all about me right now, it's about my kids. Keeping them bright, shiny and happy is my life's goal. :D When I have time to sew, I sew for them. Like I said, my sewing reflects my life.

So, when I gave myself the challenge of sewing myself a 50s inpsired dress, I got really excited. It's been a coon's age since I've sewn anything for myself. Do you know how long a coon lives? Me neither! :D But I know that in order to be concious to put the oxygen mask onto my children, I need to put my own mask on first. Knowaddimean? So in small and meaningful ways, I'm trying not to forget myself.

As in times of yore when life was all about ME and my Mom was the one with the check book at the fabric store, one of the reasons I have chosen to sew me a dress rather than to buy one is fit. Store bought dresses of this variety hit me in that weird place that looks too long to be short and too short to be long. It's called the 'awkward length' and I excel at it! :D

So, I fell in love with this pattern:



I actually really love the featured pink dress, but I'm not too crazy about the colloar, so I think I'll end up going for the yellow one. Cute, no? To me, this is what my Grandmothers would have worn as more of a work dress... the kind you change into after Church on Sunday to shell peas in or something. The dress that stays under an apron much of the day as she whirls from task to task. I see myself wearing this dress on a hot day instead of shorts, on a date with my hubby, to a meeting at the school... somewhere between dressy and casual.

I have yet to find the perfect fabric for this project, but I'm having an awful lot of fun looking! Tell me what you think of the pattern and I would LOVE to hear your fabric suggestions, but remember that if you're reading this on Facebook, to click the link and leave the comment on my blog, pretty please! ;D