Maggie Mae is My Girl

So while most of my sewing is very very selfish, I do occasionally make the effort to sew for my nuggets. YES, kids’ sewing is quick, and YES it’s cute, and YES it’s nice to be able to control what they wear rather than being at the mercy of the children’s clothing makers. But y’all … they grow so dang fast, it just kind of makes me batty when I spend all my time on something and then POOF … it no longer fits.

HOWEVER, the creating of something beautiful for my little people just never disappoints. Especially when you find a winner of a pattern. Enter the Maggie Mae Tunic/Dress by Shwin Designs. I have now made five total of these dresses, and I’m not sure that I see an end in sight. For one thing, the pattern comes in a large range of sizes, and it’s neither babyish nor too tween-y.

My first Maggie Mae was for Elsie … an adorable matching ensemble with her sister (who is wearing a Little Geranium dress). Caroline was only a month old here, and I was in a crazy post-partum sewing frenzy. Don’t question the hormones … just check out how cute they are.

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My second Maggie Mae was again for our Elsie … this time to go to the Daddy/Daughter Dance when she was 2.5 years old. She still refers to this as her Daddy Dance dress, even when her sister wore it last summer. I used an old Lilly Pulitzer dress of mine for the top and bottom, and a white linen for the middle of the dress.



My last three, though, were the most special. Kenny’s brother married his sweet love, Laura, in November. We all got to celebrate as a part of the wedding party. I immediately volunteered to make the dresses for my girls and my niece. I just knew that Maggie Mae would be the perfect base for a sweet flower girl dress.

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Laura wanted something with lots of fluffy tulle … I think I managed that quite nicely, don’t you?

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With their adorable flower headbands, they looked like dreamy little fairies.

Then, there was also this groomsman I had my eye on … 😉

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Wedding photos all are taken by the fabulously talented Ellie Be. If you have photo needs, you should definitely check her out.



I’ve never been much of a New Year’s Resolution kind of gal. I’m not anti-change … I just never quite have grasped the idea of making all the change happen at the beginning of a year. In general, if I feel the urgent need for change, then I just try to make that change.

Years ago, a friend told me that she would give a word to each year. It was an awesome idea, but a little daunting to me for some reason. One of those, “Wow … that’s cool. Too bad I can’t do that” kind of ideas. Mostly because the idea of pinning down one word seemed a little overwhelming. What if my year took a different turn? What if I decided in June I hated the word? I don’t know who I thought was holding me to this ridiculous standard of a word, but I shied away nonetheless.

But this year, 2016, I’ve done it. It’s official. I came up with a word. Or, maybe, the word jumped out at me. Because I can’t stop thinking about it.


I love to create. I love to create all kinds of things.

It’s thrilling to take a blank expanse of fabric and make it into clothes … or sometimes even into fashion. (Yes, I have been watching Project Runway again. How could you tell?) This weekend I got to be a part of pattern testing for a talented pattern designer. I’ll blog more about this later, but it was exciting … to get to help someone else create something incredible while I created a few beautiful things myself.

How about this adorable tee? It’s truly a great pattern … and the fabric was warm and cozy (that part was my own doing). Sewists … keep your eyes peeled for the Montlake Tee coming from Straight Stitch Designs.

It’s an adventure to step into the kitchen and turn a bunch of ingredients into a meal. Whether it’s fancy or just simple soup and sandwiches, it’s nourishing, and it’s a privilege.

Yes, I know I just blogged this picture. But y’all … it was so good. The soup recipe is a Pioneer Woman recipe, and I highly recommend it.

It’s an honor that I get to be a small part of a life being created inside of me right now. I’m not arrogant enough to believe the I actually am the One who created this sweet life … but I do get to take part in it. That’s incredible.

22 weeks! Woo-hoo!

It’s exciting … and sometimes taxing … to figure out new ways to create fun and excitement for my children. And then I remember that they need little more than some attention and a piece of cardboard, and they’re having fun.

My sister-in-law is a talented and passionate creator. She posted this lovely thought from Joss Whedon on her instagram last week:

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And then, I knew I could deny it no longer.

In 2016, I will CREATE. I’m excited, guys.

Southerners in the Snow

***Warning: non-sewing post ahead.***

Like the true Southerner I am, I get absolutely GIDDY about the snow. It’s just so beautiful and Narnia-like … I love love love it. Now, I recognize that if I were to ever live somewhere like Boston or Maine or Minnesota (please, Lord, don’t make me go to one of those places), I would feel very differently about the snow.

But y’all … I got to move to Oklahoma. Where we still don’t have, like, permanently white winters. BUT there is almost always some sort of snow at some point in the winter. Did you non-Southerners know that there are stretches of years that can go by without Southerners seeing snow? It’s so sad. (Unless you’re my friend Katie who hates the cold. She grew up in Florida, which explains everything. {I love you, Katie!})

So last weekend when we woke up to a beautiful blanket of snow with more coming down, I immediately snapped a picture out of our bedroom window to send to my friends in the South.

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And after breakfast? We bundled those kiddos right up to go play!

Now, I will admit that we ended up having to borrow our neighbor’s yard for our snow fun. It wasn’t actually all that much snow, and the huge live oak in our front yard meant that we only had about 1/3 of our yard covered in snow … and that part was still mostly leaves. (Ahem … we’re not so into raking.)


BUT … we did it! We laughed and giggled (and whined a little) and built our very own Olaf. Because when you have two daughters ages 4 and 2, every snowman is Olaf.


Then we came inside and ate soup and grilled cheese. Evidently I’ve been conditioned by the marketing geniuses at Campbell’s that this is what you eat when it snows. I’m okay with that.


The whole morning was cozy, dreamy, fun, and downright delightful. Y’all … I love snow.