Tutorial Thursday

I don't know what makes my heart beat faster, the photography, the fabric, or the fact that I recently packed up some of these same crates and dropped them off at Goodwill because they were so yuck.  My plan was to have these done for today's post.  I bought all of the supplies (kind of had them, you know that fabric obsession problem I am dealing with) except the crates.  Wal-mart?  Nope?  Target?  Nope.  Not too sure where to look next, but I am braving errands with Lucy today, it is that important to me.  Insanity, I know, but look at these things! (((Edited:  I found them at Staples!  Hooray)))  I am sure that people with big houses probably struggle with storage too (sorry, I don't feel too bad for you), but I really, really struggle in our humble storage-free house.  
Today is free-dress day at Halley's school.  Well, technically "uniform free" dress day... they always have specific guidelines... today's guideline is "Christian T-shirt and Jeans day."  Well, it is 90 degrees out, so jeans were out of the question, and her jean skirt is a little too scandalous for the "middle of the knee" dress code, thus the leggings.  Love to bring the 80's back!  You can see the ice cream cone embroidery from this post.  I am happy to say that it has survived multiple washings without unraveling.  I totally credit Sublime Stitching for teaching me how to properly secure the stitches.  The hair flowers are from this post.  I broke down and used my Urban Chiks charm pack that I have been hoarding.  It was difficult to cut up, but when I was done I was really happy.  So much cuter in Halley's hair than sitting in a drawer.  Why have it if you don't plan on using it right?  Plus, I gained more storage...   Lastly, Halley isn't really much of a t-shirt girl (probably because her wardrobe-control-freak-mom isn't much of one either) so I made her a I heart Jesus shirt from this post.  She was shouting it all morning!  I am wishing there were more free-dress days.  Uniforms are so easy and super cute, but I miss sewing for her.
Lastly, sometimes I look at my kids and wonder where they came from.  It kind of freaks me out.  How in the world can our genes produce such beauty?  I see my dimple and curly hair (mind you a much better version of it) but beyond that?  Not really looking forward to the teenage years, you know?