Anywho moving on. A few years ago we started a tradition of going to hear the Mormon Tabernacle choir sing Christmas songs for their music and the spoken word program. I started the tradition that when we would go hear the choir sing, I would make new fancy dresses for the event. My husband really wishes I would give up on that part of the tradition. A tradition is a tradition and you got to stick to it.
This year we went with my Dad, my Mom was out of town. It was fun to spend the day with him.
They have a rule that only children 8 and older can go in and listen, all the younger ones have to go in another room and be as loud as they want. Good looking usually has that task, but this year I told him I would take it. Most of the pictures are of Baby Sister and Lala.
So off we go, I started these dresses on Wednesday and I wasn't able to finish Baubi and Gowyn's dresses in time, so when they are going to be done for church on Sunday I will show those pics and some close ups of these dresses later. I know, I am just falling apart in my old age.
Their dresses are red velvet that I tucked and then I sewed the tucks down one direction, and then in the other direction. They have fancy ribbon on the waist and big skirts. The skirts are made of green chintz, two layers of gold tulle, and then a final layer of gold sheer. They make a really great sound when they walk.
Here are all the girls, and yes this was the best picture I could get. Seriously how hard is it to look at the camera, smile and make a normal face. They are still cute though.
After the broadcast we go to the Little America for their breakfast buffet. It is the one big splurge we do every year and it is yummy.
Baby sister only would eat the fruit, we did talk her in to some bacon, but she didn't want anything else.
The girls liked the giant gingerbread houses.
All in all it was a fabulous morning. If you live in Utah I highly recommend it, and the best part is it is free. Not only is it free you don't even need a ticket just show up and they will let you in.
Lala came up to me at breakfast and said that on her way to the bathroom and back 18people told her how pretty she was, and that she was tired of saying thank you. The poor dear I don't know how she is going to survive.
Baby sister had so much fun she just couldn't stand it any longer.
I also have another funny story that happened that morning, but I think that I will save it for another day. Have you ever left the house thinking that you were fully dressed and ready to go? Let me know because I think that I got you beat.
