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2nd Workshop

On June 19th, this past Monday, I had my 2nd workshop! With the help of my volunteers, we were able to cut more fabric for sewing.

Everyone had lots of fun, ate pizza and left wanting to come back and help some more!
 


Thank you so much to those that came to both my workshops to help. Your efforts will directly translate into helping a young girl in Bolivia remain in school.

Taking time to remember why we do what we do is so worthwhile in these moments. May all our actions create a postitive Butterfly Effect!
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