May 11, 2012

I Made a Maxi Dress!

May 11, 2012/ Alesha Sinks

For those of you who have managed to find me on Instagram or Twitter, you may remember this picture of my fabric purchase last week!

Well, I used this SUPER SOFT knit to make a maxi dress!I spent some time pinning different maxi dresses I liked. Then I picked my favorite to copy cat...that was the hard part. But I ended up sticking with my the dress that had inspired me to make my own in the first place. This dress from LaPosh Style costs $45.

I couldn't justify spending that much.

So I made my own...for about $16!

The color is slightly lighter =(

But it is still beautiful!

It is not as gathered in the waist as the example photo. Oops!

It was definitely a challenge to create a dress without a pattern. I started off intending to make a tutorial...and then I made to many mistakes....

Maybe I'll come up with a short one...

Or maybe I'll make another one...

Or maybe one of you will buy the fabric and have me make one for you?

LOL! We'll see if I can figure out a tutorial soon.

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And then I had some fun with PicMonkey... Seriously...airbrushing and adding lip color is

SO MUCH FUN sometimes. =P

I hope you like my dress...I love it! And I love the fact that it covers my bandaged up ankle.

I developed shin splints. =(

Have you bought or made a maxi dress this year? I LOVE them! Post a link to a picture of you in a maxi dress if you want. I'd love to see it!

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52/100
He woke hot. I could feel it. And the thermometer read 100.2.
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After only 6 1/2 hours of sleep, interrupted sleep, I should have known I was not fully prepared to deal with a sick baby and active toddler.
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But I forged on. What else do you do?
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The sick babe fell asleep in my arms and if my heart hadn’t been heavy from worry, I would have cried from the joy of that moment. .
But no day is only the moments of a perfect baby asleep in your arms.
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Several hours, one unfortunate apple sauce spill, and one toddler rebellion later, I was done. So done. And we were out of the ultimate bad day comfort food: boxed macaroni and cheese.
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So my husband suggested I make this instead. The measuring ingredients, mixing butter and flour, heating water, shredding cheese, each step became a therapeutic washing, a therapeutic offering of my mind and soul.
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When this combination is on the table together, you know it’s been a rough day, but you also know I’ve had a chance to slow down and enjoy it. To worship through the slow of cooking and chopping and joy of eating. .
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49/100
He's been doing it a lot lately. Whole body pressing into my chest, arms draped loosely around me, little head laying heavy on my shoulder.
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He releases his whole body weight into me. I can feel it. I cherish it.
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I hope I am always a safe space for him to release the full weight of himself into, releasing whatever emotions need to be felt and let go.
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Right now, it's almost always the sadness of tears, or the heavy of exhaustion. Usually both together when bedtime has turned to crying.
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But today, it was the tired of being woken from a much needed nap. His little self pressing hard into me, wishing for more sleep. Occasionally, his little head pops up at an interesting sound, only to slump back into sleepy cuddles a few moments later.
{From yesterday}
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43/100
"You're in a good mood," he smiled.
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I had just finished animatedly listing off all the possible snacks I could bring him since he was still hungry after lunch. The options were more plentiful than normal, due to a freshly restocked pantry, and to be honest, my good mood.
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"I am." I simply replied. And I smiled, turning toward the kitchen.
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It felt good to be in a good mood. Not just a fine mood or an okay mood or a peaceful mood. A good mood. A happy, smiling, joyful mood.
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41/100
I turned, the baby smiling in my arms towards that tiny voice I know so well. James came running across the church toward me, his daddy close behind, huge white envelope in his hands. He thrust it into mine as he reached me.
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"Here mommy! Here is your wristlet!"
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Out of the envelope came a little beaded bracelet, pink and yellow and silver and just my size.
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"The teachers told me that he was so meticulous working it for you." Travis smiled. And in that moment, it was the most beautiful piece of jewelry in the world.
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I slipped it on, right next to the silver bracelet with the much-needed reminder. It is perfect. {I’m a few days behind. This story is from Mother’s Day}
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So thankful to be a mama to these two sweet boys. I am so very thankful for this blessing of motherhood and the wonderful examples of motherhood I have all around me, most of all my own mom @brooksblessings.
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Anytime I talk about my mom with people who have never met her, they always say, “Wow! Your mom sounds amazing!” And that’s because she is. I still aspire to be like her.
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God has blessed me with so many women in my life (mom’s and not-yet moms) who help me to be like Him and enable me to be a better mom to my boys. I am so blessed. Being a mommy is never a solo thing, and for that I am so grateful.
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38/100
The front of his onesie has a grayish-brown hue from the constant scooting back and forth across the floor. I glanced up from a conversation to find him at the bookcase, pulling out out one by one the collection of board books kept there. Scattering them around the floor. Pushing them back and forth. Chewing an occasional corner. Kicking and waving his arms in delight. It's one of my very favorite milestones, when my babies crawl themselves to their bookshelf and start pulling out the books.
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33/100
It felt monumental. Living across the country from your family makes lots of these moments monumental. This one was for sure added to the pile.
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They came trooping up our stairs a few minutes later than expected, but it was perfect timing. A little smoggy from my frying, the house smelled like the carnitas I had finishing in a pan.
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We ate soon after, fitting all seven of us around one small table: my grandparents, my mom's older brother and sister, my husband and I, our two-year-old. The little one sat in his high chair at a corner of the table, all smiles and smashed banana.
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"Pull him a little closer will you? So I don't have to lean over to see him." My Uncle asked. I did, hoping his tiny fingers wouldn't fling bananas in my Aunt's direction.
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Wine in glasses, jars of water, a big bowl of chips with accompanying salsa, and seven plates of bursting full soft tacos filled the table. What a gift. These faces. This time.
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The bananas all fell on the floor instead of my Aunt's lap, while everyone talked and ate and talked some more. The moments turned to memories, that I will cherish forever.
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(I got this photo the next morning, so my Aunt wasn’t here to be in it. I wish I’d hopped up to snap a quick photo of everyone around the table. Oh well.)
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28/100
Today he asked me to paint with him. To fix his "broken"'paints. To paint a train. To paint a train again. To "shoot the ball" with him. To pass the ball back and forth "to your friends like Jeremiah". To "spend time". To carry him to bed.
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Today he also pushed me to my limits. Today he disobeyed over and over. Today he refused to nap. Today he ended up way overtired.
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I am exhausted sitting on the couch in the dark, nursing baby in my arms, thinking back over the day, the highs and lows all jumbled together.
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My brain tries to make sense of it. To label the day "good" or "bad", "success" or "failure". But I'm finding, I can't label the day and stay true to what it actually was.
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It was wonderful and difficult. It was loving and frustrating. It was sweet and challenging. It was peaceful and overwhelming.
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The darkness is a warm comfort. A long blink reminds me to hold the highs and lows of the day loosely. To let sleep restore my heart and mind for the new day tomorrow. Eight hours, interrupted though they may be, will wash away the rough edges of the day before, and will give me renewed energy for whatever may come tomorrow.
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And chances are, tomorrow will be another day so full of highs and lows, it will again defy my attempts to label it. Good or bad. Fun or frustrating. Success or failure.
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Deep breath. Today was. That is all. And that is enough. I am thankful.
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(Today is actually day 30 of the 100 days challenge, but I didn’t have a good photo for today’s story, so here is one from a few days back that I never posted. It’s less a story and more of a reflection, but that’s okay. Its still memories I want to keep.)
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