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One more victory...getting it done, 24

My girls are in a wedding in a couple more weeks.  They are super excited, and personally, I think they will be the CUTEST flower girls in all the land.  My oldest has plenty of experience -- this will be her fourth time to be a flower girl (but probably the first time she is old enough to remember it!).  Miss middle was an honorary flower girl when she was 6th months old....but I'm not sure that counts.

So way back in the spring, when the lovely couple got engaged, I volunteered to make the dresses for my girls.

And then I put it up on my "to do" board.

And chose to do other things off the list.

I didn't want them (mostly miss Middle) to outgrow their dresses before the wedding.  (She grows faster than her big sister, Peanut, of course.)

So towards the beginning of October, once it was established that I was not making any Halloween costumes, I began working on the dresses.  Here and there, a tiny bit cut or sewn or thought through....bits of progress, that felt productive, but slow.

And then I was sick.  I had to take a day off of work, and was home, and while I wasn't throwing up, I sewed.

And sewed and sewed and sewed and sewed and sewed.

And now?

Except for one last seam on each of the sashes (they need to be tied around my girls for me to finalize the lengths), the dresses are done.

Two weeks ahead of the wedding!!!
A win, in my book.

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