Avila was blessed yesterday. It was a beautiful blessing. And I actually heard it this time. {Unlike
Jacob's blessing.} And, little Avila looked pretty darn adorable! She was so good, and didn't make a peep. The words which were said in the blessing were amazing. I'm very grateful for a husband who holds the Priesthood, and who is able to follow the direction on the Spirit. Adam is a great daddy.
But, let me tell you the story of the dress. The dreaded dress. I had a dress in my head for months. I dreamed about this dress. So, in June, I made this dress. It didn't turn out quite like I had envisioned. I'm no seamstress, and I messed up. I found a tutorial online for another one. So, I made it. I didn't like it either. In Adam's words, it was like a "Mexican Fiesta dress". I decided to try one more time and make another one. Yes, three dresses for the same occasion.
What I didn't plan on, however, was getting Mastitis. {which, is another post in itself!} I was so sick. I was tired. I didn't want to do anything, and so the poor dress got put off. And then Saturday came. I went to the fabric store, got the fabric for the third dress, and thought it would be fine. I knew I wanted to make it like the first dress I made, and it was an easy dress, I had this. Until I cut it wrong, and messed up. I went to the fabric store again for more fabric. I came home, was confident about it, and sewed the dress. When I was about done, I looked at it, and it didn't look quite right. It was now like 11 PM, and I was already tired, and still sick from the Mastitis. I had messed up yet again. I was so frustrated. And, of course, it was too late to do anything about it! I was so upset. So, the first dress I made started to look better to me! Carol fixed the hem, and it I added a gray tulle layer to the bottom layer, and it was perfect. It was just what I wanted it to look like...almost. But, it was fine! And then finally, we were able to go to bed. If I would have just been content with the first one I made I could have saved so much time and money. Oh well. You live and learn, right??







