It's easy to tell. Just about half the shirts I own are striped, and the majority of the boys' stuff is too. They're just so nice, those stripes. Well, anyways. So my mom has been thinking about getting a sewing machine and finally did last week. And naturally, I've been hogging it. Mostly I've done mending or quick alterations for some recent thrift store finds, but last night I discovered a bag of giveaway clothes in one of the closets. I gave a quick look and found a shirt that I bought in New York on my honeymoon. I tried it on just to see if it still fit. It sort of did. Well mostly. All except the midriff. Why was it ever the style to make shirts so darn short? Really, it flatters no one. It only fatters them.
Jamie needs more long sleeve shirts now that the weather is crispy, and the cotton in this one was so nice and thick and soft that when I woke up this morning I couldn't wait to cut into it.
But I did have to wait. School before sewing. I wonder how many other mom's have to make that rule for themselves? Then Jamie went down for his nap and course that's when I made it and took this nice picture. Then he woke up and screamed when I put it on him and wouldn't let me take his picture. He is not a very happy young man when he first wakes. So we cuddled and snuggled and nursed (of course) and then we got this picture here:
And that was the best I could do. I've missed sewing. I feel a little bit better now. I have a feeling I'm going to feel a lot better soon. I've already cut out some pants for James. And Uncle Pat, if your reading this, I found a pair of your old pants and I'm totally altering them to fit me, so loser's weepers ;-)