Let's Go to the Hop

Oh my good golly gosh, Blogger still works and it is February! I am beginning to really love Saturday, not so much the big pile of laundry that has grown bigger and bigger all week and now speaks with its reek, "Please wash me today" but the reality that we are not rushing out the door.

This week the creative juices were flowing and the sewing machine made its appearance. Bah, my poor neglected sewing machine that has been designated to the top shelf of the closet is now dusty and broken down. The bobbin spinner is discombobulated and no longer wants to spin and the presser foot refuses to stand. I pushed my sweet baby machine to the limits, broke several sewing needles, was a holy terror by the time it was through and in one night the girls were ready for the 50's Sock Hop night at school.
Many thanks goes out to Hobby Lobby for moving into our town and making this skirt project very easy. My girls are growing up.

Natalie actually let me put her hair in a pony and with her penny loafers she looked crazy good swinging the hula hoop.

The hairspray was in full force on Jlyn's flipdo-hairdo. I felt like a wall flower at the party, just hanging around watching my girls have fun and then it happened, the song "Grease Lightning" came on and my youngest broke out into a full rocking replica of John Travolta's hand shaking, hip moving, dancing from the movie, Grease. Then it came, the cursed pause that mother's make. The deep breath in, held there for a few seconds and then out, the eye brows raising just a bit and the mental note in my heart saying, "I think I am gonna have to keep my extra eyes on this one." I love these lovely little pink ladies.