Confession

One of the first things that came to mind when I considered becoming Muslim was, "What am I going to wear???"

I know, sounds shallow. But that is real.

I had a seamstress when I lived in Chicago and this sister kept me "fresh to death" (how old school is that? LOL)

But now, a few years and a baby later, those garments are either too snug, too short or just tired.

I have resorted to buying longer tops from 'regular' stores and they are not right but I rock them since there's nobody here who knows what I should be wearing.

But the truth is, I'm not fooling myself. I don't feel good about myself when I am not wearing what I should. Tops that barely hit the thigh are not it.

I can't use the excuse that I don't sew since I've been knocking out projects around here.
I've done valances and garments and jackets and hats for BabyGirl.

So, I'm about to get my style back. I promise myself this!