This hand-lettered ring-spun cotton and polyester blend give this v-neck tee an easy-breezy feel, perfect for a warm summer's day when you want to let everyone know that you've either had enough, or are enough (or both).
• Fabric laundered for reduced shrinkage
• 100% combed cotton jersey
• 1x1 baby rib set-in collar
|Length (inches)||26||26 ½||27 ⅛||27 ¾||28 ⅜|
|Width (inches)||15 ¾||16 ½||17 ½||18 ½||19 ½|
If there's one thing we can count on in this life, it's change...
I want to let you all know about some big changes coming down the pike for Elizabeth Lyons Designs in the most personal way I could (live video, where thousands of things can go wrong including a dog that won't stop scratching at the door trying to shake off his allergies).
I love you all!
I remember when my daughter, Grace, was four. We'd have the what-do-you-want-to-be-when-you-grow-up conversation, and her answer was always the same: "I want to be a waitress."
This was her answer for two (if not three) years. It was a long two (or three) years for this mama.
While I prayed that her career aspirations would surpass this particular occupation at some point, I also realized that 4-year-olds don't have any comprehension of what's a "good" job or a not-so-good job. They only know what sounds fun. And there is most definitely value in that.
So while dreams of carrying a tray covered with spaghetti and sundaes were her constant companion, I simply gave her this advice...
Let's talk about unicorns for a moment, shall we?
Here's the thing about unicorns: some people believe in them; (many) others don't.
Those who do not believe often don't based on the simple fact that they've never seen a real, live unicorn.
Those who do believe often do so---not because they have seen one---because they believe merely in the possibility.
Belief in possibility changes everything.
You know how I love analogies. And today I've got two of them to weave together, so bear with me.
Whether we're talking about learning how to dance in the rain instead of waiting for the storm to pass, or learning to surf as a result of realizing you're unable to stop the waves, the first analogy is fairly clear (I hope).
In anticipation of traveling to Ethiopia to meet our daughter, I read a phenomenal book titled, There is No Me Without You.
"How on earth," I asked my mom one day, "am I going to be able to go there and leave behind all of the other kids who need a forever family?"
A few weeks later, a package arrived in the mail from my mom. It was a sterling silver starfish charm, along with the following story: