DIY – Hooded Baby Towel

My dear friend T recently gave birth to a beautiful baby boy ( ما شاء الله تبارك الله ), so I decided that I wanted to make a little gift to send for her new bundle of joy.

I found a lovely and simple tutorial that you can find here. This tutorial along with a few reference photos allowed me to create this…

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You could do this by hand, but it was quick and easy to do with a sewing machine.
I used 1 large bath towel and a few sheets of craft felt (1 cream, 1 brown & 1 black).

I wrote out paragraphs on how I made this, but I didn’t feel that this post was complete without step-by step pictures. Unfortunately, I didn’t take any pictures while I was doing this project because I wasn’t expecting to make a post about it. However, if you don’t mind a picture-less tutorial write me a comment and I’ll send you those directions that I wrote up.

I hope that you liked seeing my little creation and perhaps it has inspired you to try and make your own design!

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Ow! Ow! Ow!

We recently took a trip meeting Y’s parents at the Jeddah airport and taking a taxi together to Makkah. We arrived, walked into the tower where our hotel was, unsuccessfully attempted to check in and finally decided to complete our Umrah before the weather became too hot. Concierge took care of our bags and we walked to Masjid AlHaram. We forgot to bring a small plastic bag to store our shoes in, so we left them in the corner. They were just rubber flip-flops, which meant it wouldn’t be a huge problem if we didn’t find them there when we finished. We entered the Masjid and walked inside to the center, where the Kaaba stands.

We started the first ritual of Umrah.  During Tawaf the Masjid was full of the sound of the call to Dhuhr (noon) prayer, so we paused to pray. I find this part of being in the Masjid to be the most amazing. You will stand waiting to begin the prayer and all of the empty spaces around you will fill up in a matter of moments, without any pushing or harsh words. I’ve never experiences any other kind of organization like it. After the prayer we finished Tawaf and we walked to the part of the masjid to perform Sa’i. When we finished we began to make our way out of the Masjid and back to the hotel.
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Something really surprising about being in the masjid is that fact that you can walk barefoot on the sun beaten white ceramic without frying your feet. This was lucky for us as we didn’t find our shoes as we exited the Masjid. We just shrugged it off and continued walking. Just before the end of the white ceramic there was a woman selling rubber sandals. Y’s dad asked her how much and when she said “10 riyal”, Y came back with “How about 5?” She said “okay”, but Y shook his head in that we were almost back to the hotel lobby, so there was really no point.

In that moment we all stepped from the white ceramic tiles to the colored marble that lined the path to the hotels. My first step was uncomfortable. The second step burned. By the third step the bottom of my feet were on fire. Y’s dad immediately started sprinting to the door. Y’s mom hopped around for a minute in a hilarious sort of dance before following dad up to the door. I decided to follow when suddenly Y grabbed my arm and pulled me back to the soothing cool white tiles. I looked at him and started laughing. He had a smile on his face as well, especially when he mentioned his mom’s little dance. Y decided to do business with the flip-flops lady, who smiled and stated, “10 riyal”. Y chuckled, purchased 4 pairs and we walked up to the door where we found mom and dad sitting, also laughing about what had just happened.

I swear it was the sort of thing that you could just imagine happening in a cartoon. I love these kind of memories. It’s the kind of memory that I can think about a year later and still laugh.

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200 Posts!

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I finally hit the 200 post milestone on this blog.
I started in September 2013 unsure of what I was actually going to use this blog for, but a few months later I got the opportunity to move to Saudi Arabia for work. Since then I have been trying to show others what life is like here in KSA and more specifically, give light to all of the fantastic and beautiful aspects of living in this country.

To those of you who have been around since the very beginning, thank you! To those of you who are new, welcome! I know that the last year has been very slow around here, but thank you for checking in or for going back and looking at past posts.

Anyways, here’s to another 200+ posts!

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Caught up…

I could continue to give you excuses, but the truth is I am enjoying my life. That means when my laptop acts up or iMovie closes on me twice in a row, I just set it aside.  I’d love to be posting a lot more than I am and I have a lot of ideas in my draft folder, but I’ll be honest, it all takes a lot of time and more often than not, technology seems to be against me…the internet won’t work, or I can’t get my photos to upload, or my editing program isn’t cooperating.

I hope that soon I find a more efficient way to deal with the visual aspects of my blog. Be patient. Stick around. Know that I’m here and I’ve got plans.

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The Wedding Day – USA

We were in the car, driving from my hometown to the place where we first met. The place that always seems to pull us back.

When we arrived, turning off the highway and down the quiet street leading to the venue. Tall trees and green grass surrounding the path. In front of us was the cozy white building with green shutters and chimneys sticking out above the roof.

Y and I got out of the car and down the white concrete sidewalk to the front door. Y pulled open one of the large metallic handles of the heavy wooden doors. We walked straight through the lobby and into the reception space. It was a large white room filled with windows. The opposite side of the space overlooking the grounds of the property. Glowing white lights wrapped around the beams of the high ceilings. The tables were dressed with ivory linens and white china. Golden candles flickered on the tables. The flowers that my dad had put together sat beautifully in golden vases. I couldn’t help but smile. It was simple. It was perfect.

Soon after we both rushed off to get dressed and ready. My mom, grandmother, aunt and cousin changed into their dresses with me in one room, while the guys put on their suits in another. My mom’s husband helped Y with his tie, while my mom zipped up my dress. I slipped on a pair of tall gold glitter heels. My mom bustled the skirt of my dress as I put on my headscarf and pinned my veil in the back. A black velvet box held a set of gold jewelry. I put the rings on my fingers, placed a bracelet and watch around my wrists, hung an earring in each ear and clasped the sparkling necklace around my neck.

I met Y in the lobby, we smiled at each other shyly and began to walk around the grounds of the resort to have photos taken. We then made our way back to that heavy front door to walk into the reception. He held my hand as we walked through the arch of the doorway. Our family and friends watching with smiles on their faces. We stepped onto the wooden platform of the dance floor and the music started. Neither one of us knew what we were doing, but we just moved our feet and slowly spun around, one of my hands on his should, one of his hands on my waist and the others clasped together.

After our little twirl of a dance, we walked around the room greeting our guests, giving hugs and having overdue chats. We ate a delicious dinner of chicken with mashed potatoes, maple and butternut squash ravioli, grilled vegetables, soups, salad and homemade breads.

The music played. Our guests talked, laughed and some danced. A few gave heartfelt speeches that made us laugh and reminisce. At some point we were escorted to a rectangular table that stood in the corner of the room. On the table was a three layer vanilla cake with creamy frosting. A golden lace crown lined with little white pearls sat gently on top. A silver cake knife and server with branch like handles lay next to the cake. We cut the cake together, Y’s hand over mine. The cake was soft and light while the frosting was creamy and sweet.

Our friends and family came up to chat one last time before saying goodnight and making their way home. Their words and presence were greater than any gift that I opened from the satin box later that evening. I cried opening their cards and reading the notes. A beautiful party with delicious food and sparkling decor is nice, but without the people you love it is nothing.

Thank you to everyone who made our day so much more than just a wedding celebration. We love you.

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Our Wedding – USA

Here some details from the wedding that we had back home in the USA. I’ll do the same as I did with the KSA wedding: a preview post with some photos and then a written post with my thoughts.

Say ما شاء الله MashAllah ☺

20151003_1907^Dress details – embroidery from my mother’s dress
20151003_1910^The shoes – tall, gold & glittery
20151003_1952^The rings with the bouquet
20151003_2339^The cake – gold lace crown topper
20151003_2383^iPad Photo Booth props
20151003_2422^The evening’s sunset

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