personal progress & flag football

Several years ago Mike asked me to make him some flag football belts. Together we planned how they needed to be made, bought supplies, and I got started on the sewing. We even got a few of them done that day. But as usual in life, something came up later that day and the belts were set aside for a while. Well actually it was one of those things I set aside and forgot about. Except for the few times that Mike reminded me about them I really didn't think too much about it.

That was until Sunday when the Young men's president (who knew we had them) asked if he could borrow them for our combined activity this week. That was all the incentive Mike needed to push the project up on my priority list. I didn't mind but Mike was thrilled with the thought of seeing them done .

I enlisted the help of Alex and Kirsti. Encouraging them by telling them that they could use it as one of their 10 hour projects for personal progress. The three of us spent all day Monday, and a good majority of the day Tuesday, cutting, ironing, sewing . . .

And cutting some more.

It took the three of us 11 1/2 hours to complete the project. We made 80 flags and 26 belts of varied sizes. The girls found out how hard it is to sew on Velcro, and to attach D rings to make the belts. But they enjoyed making them and learning to sew in the process.
And they were SOO proud to tell everyone at the activity, that they actually made some of the belts that we used. The fact that they have one of the seven 10 hour projects that they need to do already accomplished was exciting for them too.

Here is everyone putting on the belts for the activity.

They played Ultimate Frisbee /capture the flag / flag football. Yea, I'm not really sure about the rules of this game, but the youth had a great time playing it.

While I stood on the side, using the excuse that I needed to take pictures, to cover up the fact that I didn't understand the rules all that well.

Not to mention the fact that I'm not so good at sports. I don't mind doing it with just the young women, but throw the young men into the mix and . . . well let's just say I do better as a spectator.

It really was a fun activity. And a good excuse to finally finish the project I started years ago, then never got finished.

Now, can someone find a way to have an activity in my downstairs bathroom? We've had all the supplies to finish that for a little over 18 months now.

I may just have to find the incentive for that project on my own. Dang!