Last week, I purchased 1 1/2 yards of pretty pink gingham for a project. When I pulled that pile of pink out of my dryer, I realized how terribly short on pretty little girl things my current life is. Slowly that pile of pink began to take shape, and today, at last, I ironed the finished product and smiled. How pink. How gingham-y. How sweet.
Then, it was back to real life.
This pile was begging to be tackled…
…and turned into a few pairs of these:
True to form, Jameson was thrilled to realize I’d made something for him, and gave me a cute little “look! new pants!” smile when I put them on him.