DIY Shirt Dress


Recently we had missionaries to Zambia come to our church, John and Janine Chilufya, and tell us about the work they do there with orphaned children. Where they live, in a very poor region, girls uneducated often find themselves forced into marriage with children by age twelve or thirteen. For just $25/year these girls can have a proper education and a brighter future. So, we made up these fliers for the church and offered our congregation a challenge.


So many people pride themselves on dressing their very best, in new dresses or outfits to church. Though there is nothing wrong with that, we challenged people to consider wearing something that was already in their closet and saving their money to donate toward this very worthy cause. 

And I cheated. I totally cheated. 

I was at Walmart and I saw these women’s shirts on sale for $1 and said, “Hmm…..” and bought two of them, one for each of my girls. We did opt this year not to buy them Easter baskets and are trying to veer away from the message of the Easter bunny and more towards the message of the cross (though, again, we have nothing against Easter baskets or the Bunny! It was just a personal choice for us). Before you think we are the Scrooges of Easter, our girls had a party at school and church and have grandparents, so I don’t think they will go without! 

Anyway, I’m digressing! When I saw these shirts at a steal, I decided they would make super cute t-shirt dresses, so I snatched ’em up. 

Confession: I am TERRIBLE with a capital T at making clothes. Every attempt I have made has been a colossal failure, so excuse me for how primitive and easy this dress is. It seriously took me all of 30 minutes to make it and it really only took that much time because I was trying to figure out how to keep my model from wiggling when I was “altering” the shirt to fit her.  

So, here it goes. 


First, I put the shirt on my girls and started pinning and tucking away, making pleats in the neck for a slightly ruffled look and putting a seam in the sleeve so that it puffed out.



Okay-seriously, that is it! I don’t have a finished picture yet because I was planning to add a flower or belt to it and haven’t gotten to that part yet. But, what I do have done is super cute! Even if I don’t embellish it, I’m thinking with leggings and some boots, she will be adorable. 

If you are interested in any  more information about the Chilufya’s and or are interested in donating to this cause, just comment below and I will be happy to send you more information. 

Happy Good Friday! 


You Can Have All This World


It was one of those days; you know the kind I am talking about. The sun was shining brightly through my bedroom morning to greet me with a cheery hello; Spring birds were chirping merrily outside the window. My husband, Sam, greeted me with a sweet “good morning” and a kiss on the cheek.  How could a day that started out so gloriously beautiful turn sour? I can’t tell you how naively I believe this every morning when I get up to pray to God, petitioning Him to turn my “tests into a testimony” and seeing every trial, frustration, or painful moment as an opportunity to point other to Him. Yep. EVERY. SINGLE. MORNING. This is my prayer. And guess what happens EVERY. SINGLE. DAY? Well, He answers my prayers for sure.  As I got out of bed, the incessant pounding from the room down the hall and the high-pitched shrieks had a way of drowning out my morning serenade and my thoughts of “glorifying God in every situation”.  The sunshine was quickly overshadowed by feelings of irritation and discouragement.  My girls are both five and a half now and they have never been “easy” children.  When people tell me about how their kids took a tantrum in the middle of the store “for at least five minutes” or wrote on the wall with crayon, I laugh. Let me give you a little insight into my two bundles of joy (and they really are!). One of them as a baby would make herself throw up when she didn’t get her way; she ate a puzzle piece at three rather than put it away like I told her to; it took me a full year to potty train her just because she refused to do it; at four we had a 7 hour stand-off (yeah!) just because she refused to settle for a nap; and she still throws tantrums for two hours some days until her nose bleeds and the house literally shakes and the dishes rattle in the cupboards; she rips apart or destroys things for spite when she is mad at me;she will take about 45 min to get dressed in the morning just to make the rest of us wait for her.  My other daughter used to scream for about eight hours a day straight for the first seven months of her life and would not settle down until about midnight every night and would still be up two hours in the middle of the night; she would throw fits for an hour or two, but thankfully, has since settled down; she has scribbled on, torn up, ripped apart, or just destroyed lots of things in our house just for fun or mischief.

Now, I am not trying to just complain about my girls, just give you a glimpse into our every day life. I pray for, over, and with the girls every day that God will use their strong wills for His glory, and I have complete confidence that He will. If they can use their “powers” for good, look out world! I have taught elementary and preschool classes, as well as have worked with teens a lot over the years and few can rival my girls in spirit and determination. But, every morning, every day is a challenge.

Yesterday was one of those days. We are down to one vehicle and my husband needed to get to work, I needed to run errands, the kids didn’t have preschool, we had people coming over and I didn’t have dinner planned or the house cleaned and I had orders to fill…..Do you see where this is going?  So, I will say it again: it was one of THOSE days.  The kind where I wanted to rewind the whole day and go back to birds chirping, sun-shining, husband snuggling, and optimism for the day; and I wanted to stay there.  I wanted to take back my prayer for God to use those trials as opportunities. I wanted my optimistic prayer to sound something more like, “God, please, let my kids behave today. Let my house be magically clean when I get out of bed.  Let me be “I dream of Jeanie” for one day where all I have to do is scrunch up my hose and nod my head and everything will magically be okay.”  I can’t tell you how many times after I say “Amen” that I hear the kids start screaming, or jumping on their beds, or yelling at each other down the hall.  It’s like magic.  It really is.

I will spare all the gory details of what “that day” was really like, I will just say that there were lots of tears, yelling, screaming, pouting faces, dirty looks and tantrums that happened, and I would like to say it was all the kids who did those things.  Sadly, it was not.  I got to the point where I was hiding in the bathroom, door locked, trying to count backwards from ten and remember the prayer I had prayed, “that all trials would be opportunities to point others to You”.  I often forget that I have a mission field right here in these four walls. One of my girls seems to rebel against the things of God just like she rebels against everything else.  Her main goal in life seems to be to do things her way and the complete opposite way of everyone else.  The verse in Philippians two that says, “Whatever happens, conduct yourselves in a manner worthy of the gospel of Christ” popped into my head.  I can admit to you, quite ashamedly, that I had most definitely NOT conducted myself in a manner worthy of Christ.  I had failed miserably in showing my girls the grace of God that He shows me EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

While I was huddling in the bathroom I asked myself why I was doing what I was doing.  As a mom sometimes I ask myself this question, “If no one notices or cares what I do, why am I doing it?” I know that question comes straight from the Enemy because every time that question slithers through my mind it is like a deadly poison; it is the time I want to throw in the towel and have my hand on the doorknob ready to walk away from everything I have.  Then, just as the Enemy is quick at my side with lies to discourage, my God, my Rock, Savior never fails to remind me of Truth.

For our Easter service we had listened to an adaptation of Christ’s journey from the Garden of Gethsemane to His crucifiction. It made me sob, remembering what Christ had done for me; what Love, beyond all human comprehension, it took to take away my sins.  The narrator talks about how every person who spat upon Him, who pounded a crown of deep thorns into His brow, who lashed Him repeatedly until He was too weak to walk, and drove nails into His wrists and ankles were given the ability because of Him. In a word, He could have made it all go away.  He chose not to; for me. For ME.

It puts things into perspective for me a little bit. Here I was, ready to throw in the towel for tantrums, nasty faces, and disrespect; He didn’t turn away from me for doing ALL of those things a million times over and more to Him.

So, you can have all this world; a perfect life, perfect children, a perfect home- but give me Jesus.


Here is the link to that narration.  I urge you to listen to it whether you are a believe in Christ or not. Make sure you have tissues on hand.



Bunny Ballerina Doll


I’m going to admit it: I am a terrible aunt! I have four nieces and one nephew and I am the worst at remembering birthdays and such things. So, for Easter this year I decided to make all of my nieces and my two little girls bunny dolls. So I searched Pinterest for just the right pattern: cute, but simple; not too complex and not too expensive. I saw a lot of cute things and many clever ideas. Sadly, though, they were much more work than I wanted to to when I had to make them six times over. Soooo, I came up with a little pattern of my own, thank you very much. It took me about an hour to make each of these bunnies (aren’t they cute) from start to finish. So buckle up because this tutorial is going to go fast.

Supplies needed:

*Cotton fabric, your color of choice

*Scrap fabric for inner ear

*fabric paint (both flat and puffy)

*Scrap Tulle in your color of choice

*Fabric marker


I am terrible with patterns and I often don’t use them. I sew like I cook-I make it up as  I go! So, I’m sorry to say I don’t have an actual pattern to work with, but I just folded a piece of paper long ways and drew half a bunny, then cut it out and unfolded the paper to reveal a full one then used this to cut two out of my cotton fabric.

After the pattern was cut out, I cut out fabric for the inner ears from scrap fabric I had and made them just smaller than the ear itself and sewed them on using a straight stitch for a raw edge. I found by trial and error it was best to paint the face and outfit on before I sewed it together. I used black puffy paint for the eyes and drew the nose and mouth on with a fabric pen.  Then I used a little pink fabric paint to rosey up the cheeks, dabbing at it very lightly then blending it in with a dry brush so it looks slightly blushed and not just completely like pink circles.

ImageI then painted on the shoes and leotard. After they were dry ( a hairdryer works wonders for speeding up this process) I sewed it together, wrong sides together, so it had raw edges. I did this for the shabby chic effect and also and mainly because I hate turning those little arms and legs inside out! After this was done, I stuffed it and sewed the tutu on by hand with pink tulle. And-Voila! There you have it: an adorable ballerina bunny!Image

NOTE:I made these ballerinas because my girls are obsessed with anything girly, particularly ballerinas, but you can make them with any clothes you want. I would love to see any patterns you come up with! Send them to me please!