Love Made Me
My babies are growing up fast; as they are supposed to do.
Wistfully, we have been saving some of their t-shirts as they have grown out of them. Ones that bring back special memories of certain days and ages. Like the cheeky "Love Made Me" top from my friend that I was too prude to let them wear very often, the faded, well worn favourites, the ones that they have only just grown out of.
I've been saving for a while, and I very nearly let them all go to the charity shop, worrying about my hoarding tendencies.
But I didn't.
We chopped them all up, using a square cook book as a rough guide.
My daughter helped me lay them out, reminiscing all the way.
After I whipped the patches through the sewing machine, we then sewed them onto a cheap and cheerful, soft, fleecy blanket.
This easy-to-make wonky quilt is now the most coveted in the house and wraps us up in happy memories.