Coordinated!!!

My love child had a birthday this past week!!! What better way to celebrate him than to wear matching outfits....
We are becoming those people that I never considered we'd be but somehow I am loving every minute of it. It was on Friday when we were deciding where to buy cake for Sy's birthday celebration for Sunday school. That's when I told my hubby what an awesome idea it would be if we were all wearing the exact same fabric/print. I think he just agreed thinking I'd not go through with it. He was in for a rude awakening because I spent my whole Saturday in the basement with Jo sitting by my side and Sy making so much noise on his drum set.

Hubby went go-kart racing on Saturday afternoon, and by the time he was done I was finishing Jo's dress and starting on my skirt. The tricky part of this was I only had 2 yards to work with but I was able to stretch the fabric for my skirts and the kids' clothes. The fortunate thing is I made Hubby's  shirt a few months back when he needed to wear it for a wedding. It was what they call "asoebi" in Yoruba culture from Nigeria. 

Aso ebi: (Pronounced Asho-Eybee) Nigerian outfits made from matching fabric to be worn by a group of people to a party, wedding, or funeral as a uniform.  Wearing a certain aso ebi identifies the group of people showing sense of closeness and solidarity for the celebrant(s). For instance, at a wedding, all the bride’s friends might wear blue and gold, the bride’s family might wear white and gold, and the groom’s friends might wear black and pink, and so on.

So when I had made the asoebi for hubby there were two yards remaining, which is what I used to make the rest of the family's outfits. By the time I was done with the kids' outfits, I had just enough to make a pencil skirt and nothing else.  Luckily, I had some satin fabric commonly used for lining that I used to make the blouse that went so well with my skirt. Anyways, we made a sewing party out of the evening since the family hung out with me in the basement until I was finished with the project. I pressed the outfits and was ready for Sunday's best. lol!!! By the time Sunday rolled in, my son was so excited at the idea of all of us wearing matching outfits; so much that he couldn't wait to put his outfit on and refused to take it off after church, not until bedtime.

 

 

Please excuse my shocked face... Mummy didn't warn me she was about to shine a bright light in my face...

My dynamic duo Father and son... 

Repurposed denim pants

The joy of growing tall and growing up Torimiro... My son outgrows his clothes soooo fast and sometimes I just tend to love some clothes more than others that I find it hard to let go. So I did what any other mother would do when faced with a dilemma of whether to let her son go to church with pants that are wayyyyyyyy above his ankles.

I tried to fold the pants and make them 3/4 pants but that just made it look like I was trying to hard to make him look stylish. So I quickly took off his pants, but before that I marked a line where I wanted to cut them. I headed to the basement with a pair of scissors in hand and cut them off. This overzealous mom quickly folded and stitched the hem before my husband even realized what I was doing or where I was. I would have gotten an earful if he knew that instead of finding something else for him to wear I took to the machine. I just wanted him to wear that particular pair.

I then pressed the edges/hem with an iron, slipped them on him and an hour later we were at church. No one suspecting of our little morning adventure he got a lot of compliments even one from our beloved Pastor.

These pics were taken in the afternoon at the house after church. Sy and his friend were playing in the backyard.