Refashion Number 3

For this blouse, I started with one that I bought for Mother to wear to a Valentine's Dinner at our church several years ago.  It had long sleeves, very long sleeves, so long, in fact that they came almost to the tips of my fingers.  It was a typical button front shirt.                       

 So the first thing I did was cut the sleeves off and just turn them up and hem them on the machine.  Then, I took what I had cut off the sleeves , sewed the pieces together, folded them over, and gathered them.  Then I sewed them into the front of the shirt, which took up the fullness just enough to fit me, and voila, a new shirt.  Thanks, Beulah, for modeling for me again. 

This past Sunday was Pentecost Sunday at church.  Everyone was asked to wear red.  I didn't have anything red.  When I was a little girl, I had plain old brown hair, brown eyes, and olive skin.  Many of my family members had red hair, including my mother and sister, and my cousin, Malinda.  She and I are only 4 months apart in age, so we dressed similarly, alot.   She always wore the blues and greens, though, and I was always in pink or red.  So, as I got older, I strayed from the pinks and reds, and rarely wear them anymore.  I really don't know why.   I love pink and red.  I wore this with black slacks to church, Sunday, but I think I need to get a new pair of crisp white pants with which to wear this and a few other tops I have.