A Few Pieces of Fabric Become a Little Girl’s Cloak of Dignity and Love

A Few Pieces of Fabric Become a Little Girl’s Cloak of Dignity and Love

A Few Pieces of Fabric Become a Little Girl’s Cloak of Dignity and Love

 

A clip here, a line of stitching there, and two plain old pieces of fabric are formed into a delightful dress for a little girl.

Not just any little girl, mind you. A girl who has nothing: no other material possessions to her name.

This girl is one of millions of children who live in such abject poverty that her parents are forced to make choices between essentials such as food or clothing, and food inevitably wins out. She often also lives in a world where she finds herself preyed upon at an early age, particularly if she’s inadequately dressed.

So, to answer the question posed in the photo above, figuratively the type of dress this fabric will become is a cherished dress. No matter what the pattern of the material, no matter if it has pockets, or ruffles, or not, each dress these girls receive will be treasured as most likely their first personal possession and quite often even their first item of clothing.

It will become her cloak of dignity, her cotton suit of armor to provide her with at least a modicum of protection, and it will become a message that says she is cared for by her family as well as by people across the globe.

This is the type of dress the material became physically.

 

Pillowcase dress for a little girl in need

 

The world seems to be filled with so much hatred and harm lately, doesn’t it?

Or, perhaps, am I just taking note of it more?

Politicians spit out bigoted, angry lies with an intent to harm, police officers are shot, healthcare designed to serve low income women is continually threatened, refugees drown in last ditch attempts to save themselves and their families from war-torn, horror-filled lives while those who make it to shore are often turned away by armed guards, and millions of children go to bed hungry and cold.

Honestly, what type of people have we become?

When did it become acceptable not to follow the golden rule?

I don’t believe these are problems to which we should shut our eyes. I think we need to look at them straight on and ask, “How can I help?”

My husband, Jame, and I give financially to many causes, which is critical, yes, but sometimes it feels so remote.

When the angry, morally-lacking world seems as if it’s spinning out of control, making these pillowcase dresses is my hands-on means of productively, positively helping.

It’s my refuge.

I know that a little girl somewhere is going to receive the dress I’m sewing and that her heart will be happy. I believe that she’ll sense that someone somewhere cares for her even if they’ve never met her, and hopefully she’ll gain a bit of self-confidence, self-worth, and potentially even protection from her new garment.

Yes, it’s a small contribution, but it just might be huge to a little child.

That’s my dream.

 

 

If you haven’t read about them before and want to learn more about our pillowcase dresses and how to make them, click on these links:

Pillowcase Dresses

Chile Cheese Tart for my Pillowcase Dress Crew

 

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Written by Becky


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2 Comments
  • Debbie says:

    The dresses are beautiful. What a great project you have championed. You’re right…I think we lose sight of the Golden Rule. And thanks for the reminder that we can each make a difference.

    • Becky says:

      Thanks, Debbie. The best part about this project is that the dresses go directly to missionaries who give them to the girls themselves, thereby eliminating any corporation in the middle that might want a piece of the action, e.g., Good Will.


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