Secret Sewing tip:
**never think you will save time by not pinning the fabric. You will not save time, you will sew the onesie to itself and have to unpick.
Secret Sewing Tip:
If you try to unpick thin double knit onesies, you will just make holes. The fabric is ruined and you must start over with a new onsie. So avoid having to unpick.
I got the idea and shoe pattern here:
And the onsie tutorial here:
This one looks good too:
We are working on the outside of the house this summer. Some things (like the stucco and flowers) we have known all along that we needed and wanted to do and some (like the paint color) took awhile for us to realize what it needed to be. For maximum drama impact, I wanted to wait to post pictures until it’s all done. But it’s so beautiful, I can’t help myself. So here’s a little taste of what the DH has been up to on weekends.
The way to spread peace through this world is to share the gospel of Jesus Christ. As we share the message of His love and change our own hearts to be more like Him, hate will die out and brotherhood with all will grow. The pure love of Jesus Christ will change the world. Nothing else can. But we who call ourselves Christian must do better. We must live what we profess to believe.
I believe we can remember and honor our Heros without holding onto malice and hate. I believe we can even admit the mistakes of our leaders without dishonoring the brave soldiers who followed orders and loved their country.
My Grandfather’s brother, Peter Nelson Hansen, was stationed at Del Monte Field in Manilla in 1941. On the morning of December 8, he heard about the attack on Pearl Harbor over the radio. That evening, Japanese fighter planes attacked Del Monte Field.
Mothers Day 1942, he and the other American soldiers there were taken prisoners of war. He was a prisoner for 3 ½ years. He was given only rice and water to eat during that time and suffered from beriberi because of malnutrition. He was tortured. When the Marines rescued him on September 9, 1945, he weighed only 120 pounds, about half his normal weight. His legs were shriveled like dry sticks. The doctors told him he would probably never walk again. However, he was eventually able to walk with the use of a cane. My father described to me how Uncle Pete’s finger tips were disfigured because the Japanese guards had driven bamboo slivers under his fingernails when they tortured him.
After the end of the war, Peter Hansen was freed from the Japanses prison and spent several months recovering in the hospital. One week after he was discharged from the army hospital, he left on a mission for the church (The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints) to the Central Pacific Mission.
“Yes I have seen the inhumane treatment by the Japanese in their prison camps. It was torturing alright. But, fundamentally, the Japanese people are not bad. They have been brought up wrongly in an atmosphere of regimentation. They need democracy. They need Christianity. They need the restored gospel of the Master as revealed to the Prophet Joseph Smith. Then they will be alright.
A great work lies ahead. I have not hate in my heart towards the Japanese. My desire is to help them. I want to lift them up to the heights I found in that little Japanese Sunday School I visited in Hawaii before the war.”
Peter Nelson Hansen served 28 months teaching the gospel to Japanese people living in Hawaii in the Central Pacific Mission. Returning home in March 1949, he bore a simple testimony stating his readiness to accept another mission call. Soon after, he was called on another mission, the Far East mission, and served in Japan itself.
I decided that I needed a Mom uniform. Something that would feel comfortable, yet not feel like I was still wearing my pajamas (I’m talking about you, yoga pants.)
Something that could stand up to being swiped& splashed with various body fluids all day long. Especially baby drool & spit up.
Something that would hold up under many washings. (See previous)
I asked myself, “What job do people have who take care of others all day, and where contact with body fluids is a high probability?”
so I bought myself a pair of scrubs.
I love them.
They are comfortable.
They have pockets. Lots of pockets! Pockets that fit my phone!
Being washed frequently is not destroying them.
If I do leave the house unexpectedly to run to Walmart or pick up kids somewhere, I look like a decent working person and not someone whose photo needs to be blasted on social media. (PeopleofWalmart.com)
This is a win. I ❤️ scrubs.