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Me Made May #9: Week 5, Staying Alive


Monday:  (No IG post) Raglan T
Tuesday:(No IG post) Jane T-shirt
Wednesday: (No IG post) Rae Skirt in rust colored poppies

Reflections:
This was just a piece of the month, but it was also the final week of school, so documentation did not happen.  I think the big thing I decided was how much more important just wearing the clothes that I made was to me than to post photos.  Any teacher can tell you this is a tough week.  You're just trying to make it to the end.  But now it's over, which means more sewing!  Look for those posts as they come through.  Also, this will be short because I've made a full project reflection that I'll post during the week.  Let me just tell you what to look forward to:
-Posts about sewing projects
-A hair style post.  No, really, this will happen.
-More We Make Stuff posts
-Yard updates

So, keep posted.  I'm thinking I'll stay with the Sunday post date, but it may be more frequent as it is summer.

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