I have a sweater that I haven't worn in years. I have moved it in and out of the Goodwill pile multiple times, somehow unable to let it go. Is it a very special sweater? No. Is this particular Gap cotton rib very rare and valuable? Does it have wonderful memories associated with it? No. Am I a closet hoarder? Perhaps, but don't call TLC just yet. Tonight, I cut the sleeves off and turned them into a pair of slim-fitting pants for the babe (loosely based on this tutorial: Green Kitchen Sweater Sleeve Kid Pants ). We'll see tomorrow morning if they fit her! Oh, what's that? You'd like to see a picture? Well, I'll add one of her wearing them later (What? You want me to wake her up at 11:15 at night?), but for now, here they are all by their lonesomes.
|If you knew me between 1996 and 2007, you've probably seen me wear this sweater.|
|The boy just had to be in the picture too. I did not make|
the robo-dinosaur t-shirt, just to be clear.
|Side view. I wish the rise were a bit higher, but alas. Next time.|