Not only is my husband the cutest man on the planet, he’s also super supportive. When I’m in a sewing slump, he’ll surprise me with a piece that he’s picked out for me to refashion. He knows that I get more inspiration from an outside challenge than from myself sometimes.
The challenge: “Make a vest.”
So, per Muffin’s request… I did just that
Then, I sewed.
I cut the length off the blazer just below the button and enlisted Minnie to help me with the fit 🙂
Methinks I might have to make a “Minnie the 2nd” here soon… I’ve lost 13lbs *knock on wood I don’t gain it all back… and I’ve definitely noticed the “shrinkage” in my clothing. It’s a great feeling, actually 🙂
My Janome 8900 helped me take it in a few inches.
I gave my new waist line a quick hem and called it a “vest.”
The “Smith” side of my family was all congregated together at our church for my grandmother’s 100th birthday. Yes, she’s 100!
I don’t mention my Grandma Smith very much in my blog but she & grandpa had a big impact on my life. When I was very young we’d take road trips across the US to visit more Smiths 🙂 She used to make us a Thanksgiving-like dinner most Sunday afternoons after church. We’d visit with her and grandpa several nights a week. Grandpa was like a cat that’d let you do anything to it and not make a peep! He’d let me play with his hair and put my girlie barrettes all over his head. He’d just go with the flow and never once get annoyed with me 🙂 I’d play “dress up” with their clothes and model them while my older brother just rolled his eyes… They were much older than my maternal grandparents so these shenanigans came to a halt pretty quickly. But I always cherish those early memories with them. Sometimes it hits me and I miss grandpa something fierce.
What’s especially cool is that my grandma is a true Christian lady. Like, legit! She confided in my dad on numerous occasions that she was “prayin’ real hard” for me. What’s scary is that I never told her “my secrets”… she just knew! She always had a sixth sense about that kind of stuff. If she was praying, she meant business! 🙂 She’s a real class act, and I’m one lucky granddaughter.