these shirts for practice...
into this pile.
And then cutting up some more shirts...
with this pile of leftovers.
I used the blue plaids, that were my dad's shirts, to make a quilt for my mom for Christmas. I sure hope she's going to like it. I would show you a photo because she has neither a computer or a smart phone, and refuses to use the internet, so I'm fairly certain she wouldn't see it, but I'll wait until it's quilted. Which I hope will be very soon.
It's been almost two years since my dad passed away very suddenly and unexpectedly, and I'm just now feeling like I can work with his shirts. It was kind of comforting when I opened the bin and started pressing the shirts. They still smelled good, like him. They felt soft and familiar. I guess I'm finally okay with this process. Grief is not something that can be rushed. Last year, I could not have done this without lots of tears, but this year it feels right. I hope it will feel right for mom too.
Enjoy every stitch,