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Who built the Ark?




I received a phone call from my sister , she is involved in the bible drama that the children will act out for their congregation. The date of the Play is March 4th.



Noah's ark! There will be 15 children in the drama not counting the one who will be the different animals going into the ark. Which is a great way to make sure every child has a part to play.



She asked me to make the costumes! Fortunately she asked my cousin to help as well. Once I find my camera I will have pictures to post. The family of the child will be responsible for providing the materials of each costume. My sister thought those who did not have material could make a donation of 7.00 for the costumes.



She caught me just as I am in the middle of making another mei tai baby carrier but it will all work out eventually. The first meeting will be this sunday and I should have the tunic which will be used as the beginning for each costume. This will allow me to make some adjustment and styling of the costume once I am sure which child each one is for.



So I will be making 5 costumes for children and 2 costumes for adults who play the role of the nephlim. Both of these men are about 7 feet tall to the average height of a 7, 9 11 year old. I am sure they look like giants to them anyway.



I am excited about this one. I have not made costumes in a long time. This should be fun!

Comments

Anonymous said…
I'm so glad you're making another mei tai! Isaac and I both LOVE OURS! I can't wait to see all of your creations on your blog soon!!! SO hurry up and find your camera!

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