Sunday, July 29, 2012

Lace Shorts - Summer Project #1 - 20:24

Hey friends!

Well I'm slowly settling back into life after Kamp. So what do I do when I'm not running around Kanakuk all day long? I craft of course!

Yesterday I was volunteering at a second hand shop here in my home town and was tagging clothing to go out on the sales floor. They had tons of jeans and that reminded me of a few fashion photos I've seen on Pinterest lately of these adorable high waisted shorts with lace, studs, or other fun additions to them. What's a crafty girl to do? Buy two pair of men's high waisted jeans and set to work obviously! A few of my friends have asked me to make them a pair so when I do, I'll take photos and try to post a tutorial!

Without further ado... My Lace High Waisted Shorts!

Please excuse the dirty mirror!

Front lace pocket.

Back lace pocket. May I also point out my hair? It was rather adorable earlier.

20:24 - You may have noticed this in the blog post title and wondered what it means.
It stands for Acts 20:24. One of my favorite verses. I stitched it onto the waist band.

Front Lace Pocket

Front of shorts

Back lace pocket

Other front lace pocket with lace edging, bleaching and distressing.

Back lace edged pocket with bleaching and distressing.

Front lace pocket with bleaching and distressing.

Bottom of shorts can be rolled up or left down. They are bleached and distressed.

Close up of the embroidery!

Thanks for looking everyone! 

"But I do not account my life of any value nor as precious to myself, if only I may finish my course and the ministry that I received from the Lord Jesus, to testify to the gospel of the grace of God." - Acts 20:24



Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Oh! Ah! You Wish You Were A KIOWA!

Friends! I'm back from Kamp Kanakuk! I missed ya'll so much, but I have so much to share!

As Breanna mentioned in my post they called me 5 days before Kamp started to ask if I'd stand in as Princess! I gladly agreed, and it was a life changing experience. I thought that I'd be able to teach my tribe so much but it was the other way around. They taught me so much. It was a humbling experience, because after two weeks I had to hand over my watch and stop going up front for flag every evening and it was sad seeing my co princess being up there without me. I had a wonderful time and wouldn't change it for the world though!

Now... Who wants to see some pictures?

Anna, Morgan, Me, Haley. Before War Paint and Headdresses.

Back Row: Thomas, Tyler, Mitch & Matt
Front Row: Anna, Morgan, Me, Haley

I seriously LOVED the headdress. I wanted to take it home.

The winning tribes for the summer! Kiowas and Cherokees!

During one of the indian dances.

One of the indian dances. I had to "play dead"

See? I told you that headdress was fabulous.

Us trying to be serious. 

Hope you enjoyed the peek into my life at Kanakuk during tribals! 




Yay Red! Yay White! Yay Kiowas!
Fight fight fight!
Rah rah rah rah rah! Rah rah rah rah rah! Rah rah rah rah rah!
Kickapoos, big chief, little chief, papoose, squaw.
Kiowas! Kiowas! RAH RAH RAH!
Say, who's number one? Number one? Number one?
Say, He's number one! Number one! Number one!
Say, who's number one? Number one? Number one?
Say, He's number one! Number one! Number one!
A-L-I-V-E! Alive alive alive is He!
A-L-I-V-E! Alive alive alive is He!
2-0-1-2, let Jesus Christ RISE UP in you!
2-0-1-2, let Jesus Christ RISE UP in you!
Go Kiowas go!
Go Kiowas go!
 Go Kiowas GO!

Friday, July 13, 2012

Kiowa Princess Episode 1: The Crowning

    Yo! Watsup?! Okay, here's a post imported from the foreign base of Kamp Kanakuk. Communication between Maddie and I has been a little more difficult this year for whatever reason (slow postal service, wrong address on my part, guerilla army interception- I don't know), so there may not be as many posts as usual from the Kamper of the Year. We apologize. However, I will still be interjecting comments in parentheses, and if that annoys you, I'm sorry, but I'm really not sorry.

Hey Friends!

    I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to post before I left for Kanakuk. (It's okay, we forgive you. I haven't blogged in months, so...) The Monday before I left I got a call from one of the directors to ask me if I wanted to be the first two week Kiowa Princess because the original girl couldn't make it! (Snaps for Maddie!) I said yes, so packing was even more insane and I had to make "Princess" t-shirts. Oh, by the way, I am staying for a month, but I'm only princess for two weeks.
    My sports speciality this year is Tri-Athlete instead of tennis and it's really challenging, but tons of fun. It's the only sport other than the wake-boarding speciality that's co-ed (ooh la-la) and all the guys are super encouraging as well as the girls.
    We had opening Tribal ceremony on the 17th and I got to dress up in moccasins, a red indian dress, and full feather headdress! (This I have got to see.) It was so neat. When I get home I'll post pictures!
    Well, I'm off to help the other princess plan Karnival! See ya!



P.S. Breanna here. I'm posting this really late (surprise, surprise) and Maddie is no longer princess. She will be coming home on Monday, actually. I heard she had strep, though, so please be praying for her health these last few days!

Girls State of Mind

    Hi guys! Remember me? Is it just me or is this summer going way too fast? It's just been a whirlwind since the first week of June here in little Small Town, MN!
    The second week in June, I had this wonderful opportunity to go to Girls State. Girls State is essentially a week-long political camp where you form a mock government and are taught as much as possible about how this country's political system works up to the state level. All 400 girls are split up into cities. My city was called "Peta" (I texted Maddie as soon as I found out). * Side story* At first we pronounced it "Pee-tah" Hunger Games style, but were soon told it was pronounced "Peh-tah" as in pedicure or paedophile. What a let down. *End of side story* Some girls run for office and those who don't are able to become House and Senate reps. I ran for city councilperson and won one of the five seats. Don't get too excited for me- only five people ran. * Side story* When I first learned that we could run for office, I decided to bring Harriet for a sort attention-getter/icebreaker. People were going to remember my name. However, when I arrived at the dorms, I became cognizant of the fact that some girls that were out for blood and had probably dreamt of being there since their first convention, so I generously decided to "let" them have it. *End of side story* At the end of the week we visited the state capitol and those in the House and Senate were actually able to sit in the chambers and pass bills.  and I met so many nice people! You know that feeling you get when you like something a lot more than everybody else and you meet someone who has the same obsession? I had that feeling the whole week, intensified by 400! It was a fascinating week that solidified in my mind that I want to go into journalism and write about my convictions. That is a really big step for me. Remember "What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?" Since then I've realized that I am really passionate about our system here in America and I really want to see Good win over Evil. When you have those convictions, you don't just ignore them or take them for granted! This country needs someone who is willing to follow God's path and do something about it, not just sit back and complain. Like one of the Girls State directors said, if good people aren't willing to step up, the bad ones will fill the void.
    In order to go to Girls State, you needed to write an essay about patriotism. Now, if I lived in a bigger town with a bigger school, the best one would have been chosen to represent the city (it wouldn't have been mine). But I live in a wee hamlet, and as I was the only one to write an essay, they couldn't very well turn me down. So, without further ado, "What America Means to Me".

What America Means to Me

By Breanna Ask

    Pretend you are an investigative journalist. You have just found shocking evidence that just might change everyone’s view on the facts. You spend days gathering every bit of credible information you can find and then you write a gripping article about it. This is definitely front page material. Excitedly, you send the story to the editor. An hour later, you receive an e-mail from him strongly suggesting that you meet him in his office. Now.
    “We can’t print this.”
    What? “But… why, Sir? This could really-“
    “It’s too risky. The public already has an opinion about this. We don’t want to change their minds now.”
    “But, Sir, it’s the truth.”
    “Do you want your job? We’re not printing it, now get out of my office.”
    Isn’t it infuriating? How could this guy refuse to print the truth? The people need to know. It should be their right!
    Thankfully, it is our right. Our Founding Fathers wanted to get that out in the open right away in the First Amendment. The freedom of speech, press, religion, assembly, and petition was something new back then. No king, queen, or any other authority figure could infringe upon those rights. Our Founding Fathers also wanted to make clear that all citizens were entitled to “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness”. It may seem like a simple thing, but aren’t you glad we have at least the right to live? Tell that to the people of medieval Europe, where living was a privilege. Belonging to the wrong church or even speaking against the king could put your head in a guillotine! Think about it. Many of us would be dead if we weren’t allowed to speak a negative word against the president.
    The United States of America has become a role model for other countries. Many brave men and women have been willing to fight for our country to protect our freedoms. Places like North Korea, where citizens are under oppressive government control or Iraq where the former dictator massacred thousands of his own people do not have this benefit. I always feel safer knowing that we have soldiers out there fighting the “bad guys”.
    Another right I am thrilled to be exercising this year is the right to vote. Never does one realize what an amazing thing this is until they have had to wait eighteen years to vote. In the upcoming election, we will have a choice between protecting our rights and privileges as American citizens, or taking them for granted. The decision each person makes will be a reflection of how much we value our freedom as a country. So, ladies and gentlemen, let me ask you this question: What does America mean to you?


Peta in their pretty dresses on inauguration night
Ms. Betty Wall Strohfus came to speak to us.
"We, the WWII veterans, we are the past, but you- you girls are our future."
So inspiring!
Our  representatives in the House chamber
While at the capitol some of us got to participate in mock trials!

One night we had a Variety Show where every city
was assigned a time period. Peta was placed
in the 80s and 90s group and danced to "Thriller"

Full makeup for Thriller- freaky, right?
This girl's name is Anna Schmiel and she will be representing
us at the next level: Girls Nation

Girls State governor, Tunmise Fawole, being sworn in.
 Aaaand... of course we had some fun, too!
Playing pranks on the other dorms

... we left a nice little note under their door.

Someone in our city brought henna. =)
Sometimes the assemblies got boring...


To end this long-overdue post, I will add a lovely little photo of Maddie and me the last time we saw each other.

 Here it is again, slightly larger and edited. Enjoy! ;-}