I was going through outgrown kid clothes today and was feeling nostalgic about this little sweatshirt.
My mom bought it for Jono the winter that he was 18ish months old. He was able to wear it that year and then again the next winter when he was 2.5 (I swear all of that boy's growth has been in his LEGS since he was 9 months old!). Charlie wore it this past winter. No one in my house will fit into it next year. Cue the mama tears. After some nostalgic-ness, I almost tossed it into the hand-me-down pile for my nephew Sam, but decided to do something fun with it instead.
Ten minutes with my sewing machine later, I had turned it into a small football-shaped pillow. Adorable!
How it was constructed, for those of you who care:
I turned it inside out and drew a football-ish shape around the applique with an inch of shirt as border. I sewed on my line, leaving turning/stuffing space, cut off the excess shirt, stuffed, and hand closed with needle and thread.
If you asked me, I would tell you that I'm not very sentimental, and that I am perfectly OK with my babies growing up and not being babies anymore. But I would be lying.