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The Renegade Seamstress

 I’ve been seeing summer maxi dresses and skirts everywhere!

And I had just the thrift store dress to refashion into one. It was so unflattering in every way except I loved the color and the print.

 

So I got ruthless with the scissors, first cutting off the top and extra fabric from the sides.  

Next, sew new side seams.

Then, using the fabric cut from the sides, make a new waist band.

With right sides together pin and sew new waistband.

Make a small casing in the top of the waistband.

Thread drawstring through casing, tie to fit and off you go looking good for any summer event.

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Beautiful Wisteria by blogger, A Detailed House. Too beautiful not to share! http://adetailedhouse.com/2012/05/24/wild-for-wisteria/

A Detailed House

Having a stone house, Virginia creeper love throwing their tendrils up the side of my house. My mother said it’s not good for the house and will weaken the mortar and thus the stonework, but the mourning doves love nesting on the window sills with the leaves as cover, so I let the vines run up to a certain point. Plus, they turn a spectacular red in the fall.

The only thing that is lacking is flowers, so I decided a few years ago to plant wisteria in the back of of house to crawl up our balcony.

My youngest is the bane of my green thumb as she likes to pluck the blooms, although I can see why; they are gorgeous!

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You may still have time to pamper your Mom with Victorian Soap products…

Katherine H. Purdy

“Who can find a virtuous woman? For her price is high above rubies.”

Proverbs 31:10

I want to do something special for our Mothers this year on Mother’s Day but I have a difficult time finding just the right gift. Our mothers have done so much for us through the years. How can we properly thank them for all they have done for us?

My Mom is difficult to buy for. She has an outfit in mind but we can’t find anything that matches her request. When we think we have found exactly what she wants – she says it doesn’t fit right or that it is the wrong color. This always amazes me because she is blind. Apparently, she asks several people about the color and if she doesn’t get the answer she wants, she refuses to wear the item or gives it away.  She loves flowers but fresh…

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Overshadowed

Overshadowed

Overshadowed

How desolate my life would be,
How dark and dreary my nights and days,
If Jesus’ face I did not see,
To brighten all earth’s weary ways

CHORUS
I’m overshadowed by His mighty love
Love eternal, changeless pure.
Overshadowed by His mighty love
Rest is mine, serene, secure.
He died to ransom me from sin,
He lives to keep me day by day,
I’m overshadowed by his mighty love,
Love that brightens all my way.

With burdened heart I wandered long,
By grief and unbelief distressed;
But now I sing faith’s happy song,
In Christ my Saviour I am blest.

Now judgment fears no more alarm,
I dread no death, nor Satan’s power;
The world for me has lost its charm,
God’s grace sustains me every hour.

Overshadowed

Nevrdun News – Could We Be Losing Something?

The following post is a newsletter written by my dear friend of Nevrdun News.

Do you remember when we dressed in our finest clothes to wear to Church out of respect for the Lord? It doesn’t need to be a distant memory of the past. We can give our best to the Master today.

 

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“We’re losing it,” I thought.  “We’re losing it.

 

We were in a rural area yesterday, way out.  As we passed a tiny country church, an elderly gentleman with a cane in one hand and a Bible in his other was slowly picking his way across the uneven ground to his car.  I wish I had been brave enough to stop and ask if we could take his picture.

 

Try to envision a tiny country church, beautifully maintained, surrounded by fields lush with fresh spring grass sprinkled with Texas wildflowers.  Cattle are contentedly grazing as the old man leaves the building, slowly making his way to his car.  A warm breeze is blowing, occasionally gently lifting the end of his tie, for you see, he is wearing a suit and tie. 

 

His generation and those before him wore their best clothes to church on Sunday mornings.  Some reading this will be too young to remember those days.  Wearing your best clothes was a way to outwardly show honor for the occasion.  It was an outward sign of respect for God.

 

Oh, I know what some of you might be thinking.  “God doesn’t care about the outside, what matters is the inside.”  Now don’t get me wrong, I’m right there with you.  After all, we go to a Cowboy Church.  Jeans are the standard fare.  In fact, that’s pretty much all I ever wear.  A pair of black slacks for the occasional times I need to “look professional” and jeans for everything else.

 

But sometimes I wonder, in all our casualness are we losing something?  We’ve taken the steeples off our buildings and the hymnbooks out of our pews (pew?  what’s that?).  Our “sacred” music has been simplified to the point where people no longer know how to read music and organs are becoming a relic of the past.  Our once reverent sanctuaries have evolved into entertainment inspired modern auditoriums sprinkled with speakers and big screens and Broadway lighting.  And why carry a Bible when the Bible is on your smart phone?

 

I don’t know.  I’m just thinking out loud I guess.  I can’t put my finger on it, but it just seems like we are losing something.

       

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“I was glad when they said unto me, Let us go into the house of the LORD”

Psalm 122:1

 

My apologies

I checked out my blog from another computer to see what you are seeing and was horrified to see an ad with the I Stand Redeemed video. I did not approve this ad and am appalled.
Please accept my apology. I hope no one clicked on the video for a blessing from the Lord and found smut from the enemy as well. I am trying to have it removed. Thank you for your patience and forgiveness. In Christ alone,
Kathy