As my fingers touched the fabric my heart would melt, "Where they ever this small?... oh he wore this the first time we saw Santa!" and before I knew it I'd be sorting through them saying "I can't get rid of this one!" Until the tissues came out and the box went back, with me a little sad but mostly proud. I did that, I had those babies and cared for them. Who would have ever guessed that some tiny clothes are an emotional chord to infant hood and back to the badge of motherhood.
I can't get rid of them.
So.... rather that keep my hidden box in the closet, I thought I'd do something that would allow me to see them and enjoy them without the "What's in that box anyway?" comments from DH.
Ta-Da! Make them into a quilt!
1.) Box of clothes |
2.) detailed squares constructed |
3.) Quilt! |
Send me YOUR box of clothes -- the man's old concert t's, kid's shirts, see what we can come up with!