Because this girl is mine, full of genetic grace, we have a lot of clothes that look like this:
Sometimes, we throw a bunch of stained goods in a batch of dye. I didn't have any on hand, and thought that this particular stain would be perfect for a strategic applique. We found the perfect piece to patch, and began:
The results pleased us both, and said spiller wanted to wear the renovated shirt "straight away."
Sure thing! That was last evening. Just before dinner. So before I could take this picture:
This happened:
Daddy didn't know that red Koolaid is contraband in these here parts.
Here we go again. This situation holds so many metaphors for my life. Spiritually. Daily motherhood-ly. Etc. Etc. Etc.
3 comments:
hahahahahahahahahaha....
Boy, can you tell a story! Until now I never thought stains were interesting! You are very resourceful....
You could extend those wings..
So pretty, maybe the butterfly needs a tiny ladybug friend.
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