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I’ve seen many pins on Pinterest about turning old t-shirts into other things like tanks, quilt squares, onsies but I had never attempted anything like that myself….no time like the present! So I packed up the 15mo and headed off to Value Village in search of some “cool” old tees that would make a fun tank top.
I found a sweet black tee with the Atari sign on it and another that simply said “confusion”. I’m sorry I passed on the homemade picture tee with two dogs on it, their names Maggie and Ivy written on the bottom, because when I went back today it was gone insert sad face. Seriously though, who else would have wanted that??? And why haven’t I met them yet since obviously we are kindred spirits!
Going to VV two days in a row is not unheard of for me but wouldn’t have been necessary at all had I not shown the tees to my DH who then claimed them as his own! Of course.
So there I was, no shirt but the strong desire to turn something ANYTHING into a tank top. I looked at the pitiful pile of shirts I call a wardrobe and nothing was jumping out at me. I almost gave up then remembered the pile of unwanted items I had set aside for donation and jackpot! The Juno shirt! I was pregnant for Halloween two years ago and wore the obligatory Juno costume, nobody on our route seemed to understand…..I prefer to think they’re the ones losing out because of their lack of excellent cinematic viewage. Is viewage a word? Probably not…..just go with it mmmkay?
So anyway…..I started out with a plain baseball shirt
And cut the sleeves off
Okay so I may have forgotten to take a picture before I cut the sleeves off so I faked it……
Then I cut the edge of the sleeves off to use as straps
I saved the rest of the sleeve to turn into edging but I liked the rough cut formed by my scissors and the leftover serged seam.
At this point I was ready to attach the straps but Ralph thought I needed a
I just used a simple straight stitch to attach the strap but I may rip it out and use a zigzag/straight combo for better strength.
And then I was done!
But of course what project is complete without proper inspection?
It has the Cheese seal of approval 😉
And growing it is!
Also kicking and punching and dancing and doing somersaults…..
After 5 years of not being pregnant you tend to forget some stuff…
….like how horrible it is to be nauseous constantly for at least three months straight.
….like how because of the nausea/gag reflex you can’t eat or drink or brush your teeth properly some days.
….like how your bladder seems to decrease in size and you feel like it will explode if you don’t pee every hour.
….like how you gain a better sense of smell than a bloodhound and most of those smells will make you want to vomit.
….like how you could sleep for days and still not feel rested.
….like how the prenatal vitamins are so large you feel like you’re swallowing a continent.
….like how those continents periodically go sideways in your throat and hurt like hell.
After 5 years you tend to forget the annoying or uncomfortable stuff and romanticize things.
Although I am not sure that I really forgot as much as blocked it out. Some things have flooded back as I go along.
It’s definitely interesting how different this pregnancy is to my first. I was not as vomity with my son and I didn’t have cravings specifically but things just tasted way better (or worse!). He was not nearly as wiggly or active constantly, his movements came in short bursts. My breasts didn’t feel like punching bags!
In two days we will be at the halfway point to meeting our tiny dancer and I am already getting impatient. We found out we were expecting so early it seems like time has slowed down (normally not a bad thing I know!)
We had an ultrasound this week hoping to find out the gender but like everything else, it was the opposite of my first! My son was calm and relaxed and legs wide open showing his stuff, this baby would not cooperate, dancing and moving all over and deceptively keeping its legs closed and tucked up.
I feel like my children are going to be polar opposites.