Matchy Match Girls

I just have to say that having two girls is so fun!  The contrast between my two little beauties is revolutionary, but they both love to dress alike.  I don't know how long this will last, but I'm going to do what I can to capitalize on it while I can. I only had one little, pesky brother and there was NO WAY that we wanted to dress like each other...ev-er.  Obviously, the brothers three in this house also want no part whatsoever in dressing like girls!  Sick! No thanks, Mom!  Which I am happy to oblige them...we'll have no flower boys 'round here!

The skirt for Sophie and the Jumper for Emily were made from fabric that I purchased at Jo-Ann's.  Its sold for making sun dresses and is already pre-elasti-gathered at one edge.  Since Sophie is obviously taller, I used the elastic for the waistband of her skirt.  All I had to do was sew up the back seam and hem the bottom! (Oh, and attach the ribbon for Emily's jumper.)  It was super easy and took less than an hour!  Yaay!  That's my kind of sewing!  

The girls were both pleased with how they came out and despite the bad color in this picture that was taken at night with a horrible on board flash, they did actually match each other.

Next thing I'm going to try is to make a sun dress that I find at the thrift store into a skirt for ME!  I've seen them before and thought the pattern was cute, but I hate the straps or it would be a bit too short as a dress.  ...but as a skirt?! Well, that just opens up all sorts of options!  Maybe I'll find some fabric and make matchy match stuff for the girls and me!?  hmm.  maybe.  maybe not.   


And now... a little joke...that has nothing to do with this post...at...all...
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One day, a woman got on a bus holding a baby.

The bus driver said: "That's the ugliest baby I've ever seen."

In a huff, the woman slammed her fare into the fare box and took an aisle seat near the rear of the bus.

The man seated next to her sensed that she was agitated and asked her what was wrong.

"The bus driver insulted me," she fumed.

The man sympathized and said: "Why, he's a public servant and shouldn't say things to insult passengers."

"You're right," she said. "I think I'll go back up there and give him a piece of my mind."

"That's a good idea," the man said. "Here, let me hold your monkey."