Saying Goodbye: “Movah’s” Day Refash

This gem was a mere .99 cents. Of course.

Skirt and shirt. Two for one!

For this refash, I focused on the shirt only.

I used up the last of my RIT dye (Scarlet and Fuchsia). And it’s the very last time I’ll ever use dye; I’m swearing it off! It’s just too messy and labor intensive and I’m too lazy to deal with it πŸ™‚

Took it in a few inches on each side…

Then I wore the back as the front and used my seam ripper to deepen the existing V.





Me and mom.

This year, mother’s day was bittersweet for our family. My Great Uncle Bob passed away on Friday. He was my Maternal Grandmother’s (my “Nanny”) brother.

Nanny and Papaw
Uncle Bob πŸ™‚

When Bob was 8 he was afflicted with the measles. The effects of that disease left him mentally challenged and he was forever 8 years old after that. He moved in with my Nanny and Papaw when he was just a kid and he lived with them right up until they all had to move into nursing facilities (in 2013).

Even though he was my Great Uncle, he was really like another grandpa. He was always around. When we were kids he’d even spend the weekend at our houses. Before bedtime, he’d entertain us by playing the piano and singing songs. He was Santa Clause every Christmas Eve. In fact, in my family Christmas Eve is “Santa Bob Day” and forever will be.

He was such a happy person! He loved to go fishing, clean houses, clean cars, play the piano and harmonica, paint by numbers, and sing. And that’s just to name a few. Growing up, my cousins and I just assumed every family had an Uncle Bob… but no other family did πŸ™‚ He was truly special.

Santa Bob, me in lap, my cousins



Bob and Nanny were born in Maine, so they both have the coolest New England accents. Bob had a special place in his heart for his Mother, his “Movah.” She passed away when he was a kid but he always talked about her in casual conversation, Β “My sweet Movah liked that…” or “Tell my sweet Movah I’ll be there soon” (<–referring to Heaven, and he said this before his health ever started to deteriorate). He was a character! If ever a funeral was or ever could be “fun,” Uncle Bob’s was just that. The whole family was laughing hysterically while retelling our favorite stories of UB. It probably sounded like we were at a comedy club instead of a church πŸ™‚

We’re going to miss him so much, but I know without a doubt that he got to spend Mother’s Day with his sweet “Movah” this year.


Hope everyone had a meaningful Movah’s Day. I know we did.


15 thoughts on “Saying Goodbye: “Movah’s” Day Refash

  1. I really like how your dyed shirt turned out. So sorry to hear about your Great-uncle Bob. We lost a favorite uncle last week too 😦

  2. Your latest creation would have been a hit with Uncle Bob! You know how he loved the color red! Thank you for your sweet remembrance of him! Our family will never be the same! We have truly been blessed to have him for all these years, in our lives! ❀

  3. It was great that you had your Uncle Bob for such a long time, sounds like he was a loving man. I like your latest refashion, nice color results, but I liked the print just the way it was originally too.

  4. You are so lucky that you had an Uncle Bob and I am so sorry for your loss. I lost my mother 3 years ago and it makes me happy to remember the wonderful times we shared as a family. Your top turned out really well. Cheers, Michele

  5. I’m so sorry for your loss. Sounds like he lifted up everyone around him – that’s a wonderful trait to have, and a beautiful way to be remembered.

  6. What a sweet uncle you had. I love your tribute to him and your love shines through.

    Your refashion is wonderful. I love how the dye turned out, and it looks great on you.

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