Well, I did it. I had warned my husband.
Inspiration hit and I just went with it.
Take one unused, rejected by the hubby because "it just doesn't fit quite right" white t-shirt and start CUTTING IT UP.
I love this. I really really really love cutting up shirts.
I may have an obsession.
Trace around your favorite fitting v-neck shirt and start cutting the shape out:
Trim the finished edge off the sleeves and set them aside. Use all leftover fabric pieces to cut out 2 sizes of heart shapes. I used a cookie cutter for my guide:
And ended up with a nice pile of cut-out heart shapes.
Took the sleeve edges/hems, cut them in half, and stitched them on to the v-neck:
Basted, ruffled and reattached the sleeves, then tacked on those heart shapes creating a lovely embellishment:
Then wait a week. Finally realize the shoulders are too wide, trim more off of the shoulders, seam rip the sleeves off, then reattach them correctly.
When all is said and done, your previously owned by hubby undershirt has transformed into:
Not too shabby for an unused rejected undershirt:
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I left and returned to my house approximately 399 times yesterday(Wednesday).
Dropped of Bubbalu at MIL's house and brought Lil Chick to her nine month, 9:00 appointment at the doctor....on 9/09/09. Weird. She really did turn EXACTLY nine months old yesterday. Like I said, weird.
Turns out she is still super stinkin tiny, so much so that the Doctor advised adding butter, heavy cream or olive oil to her meals. Yum Yum, eat up darlin! She hits all of those developmental markers, she's just a pipsqueak. However, a fiery lil pipsqueak. She may be small, but she's mighty.
Lil Chick is a screechy, shrieking aficionado. I sometimes wonder if my neighbors think I lay around all day sticking her with pins. In reality, she screeches when she is holding a toy, looking at her brother, or just because she's bored. You know, maybe she just wants a big bowl of butter.
We had a lovely relaxing afternoon of x-rays, medication, schlepping to the doctor and tears from Bubbalu over concerns of a broken forearm...all turning out to be a dislocated elbow. It was a trying and emotionally exhausting day. I am praising God for Bubbalu's health and intact bones.
Favorite part of my day occurred in the x-ray waiting room. This waiting room was extremely cavernous and seemed to magnify (ha! NPI) every whispered word or sound. Two year olds don't seem to get the whisper concept. At least my two year old doesn't get it. He's busy commenting on everyone's shoes, the man in the wheelchair, the lights, the gumball machine, the blue chairs...you name it. Everyone was politely ignoring him.
Then there was....silence.
Until a certain 31.8lb two year old voice belted out, "DO YOU KNOW THE MUFFIN MAN, THE MUFFIN MAN, THE MUFFIN MAN! DO YOU KNOW THE MUFFIN MAN WHO LIVES ON DRURY LANE!"
We are just the par-tay of the x-ray waiting room. You need an x-ray? Call us, we're quite entertaining. Who knows, we may even bring muffins...
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Continuing in the thrifty renovation theme, I cut up some more Maternity shirts and made em all nice and sassy.
First up, you need to meet Mrs. Blah Black Maternity Shirt, sister to Mrs. Blah Yellow Maternity Shirt.
What can I say, I find a style that works and I go with it...should I go ahead and admit that not only did I buy black and yellow, but I also have it in pink and sky blue as well? Hmmm. Yeah, that's FOUR of the same shirts. They looked good, and they were ON SALE!
Internets, meet Mrs. Blah Black Maternity Shirt:
See? BLAH.
Notice the pins running up the left side? That's right, I sliced and diced and un-maternicized it.
However, it was still BORING, BLAH and PLAIN.
I dug around in my fabric stash (one or seven tote bins full) and pulled out two neglected leftover knit sleeve pieces. They are a dark gray with white polka dots on them. PERFECT! Fall is upon us, and gray is still in!
Slice off the edges:
and cut even width lengths (eyeball it, just say no to measuring with this project) and you have:
I got five per sleeve. I tried to quickly baste and ruffle them with my fussy, haven't had a tune-up in five years, sewing machine...which not surprisingly balked at the project.
What to do, what to do.
Craft bugs are a'biting and no sewing machine! NOT ACCEPTABLE.
Send sweet hubby over to borrow MIL's sewing machine (thanks Mom!) and get right back at it.
Quickly basted and ruffled those repurposed sleeves and sewed them onto Mrs. Blah Black Maternity Shirt, which transformed her to Miss Sassy Black Ruffly Shirt, sister to Miss Sassy Yellow Bunchy tank:
Ah, Miss Sassy Black Ruffly Shirt, I believe you and I are going to be long-time BFF's...
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