So, a couple of weekends ago we were all sick as dogs. The boys were running around, not letting their coughs interfere with playing, but my husband and I were feeling like spit warmed over. I had a whole Sunday ahead of me and I decided to do something productive. I mean, more productive than adding to the used tissue pile.
The last time my fabric store had a flannel sale I snagged a few different pieces.
Blues were the dominant color, but I chose patterns that weren’t too baby-ish. I’m kind of done with puppies and kitties and duckies at this point.
I made a few sets of jammies with my boys’ initial on the t-shirt top.
They share the same first initial, so handing them down to little brother won’t be a problem!
I found cute blue ribbon with moons and stars, I thought it fit the bedtime scheme, so I added it to the pillowcases
All in all I made 2 fitted sheets, 3 pillowcases, 3 sets of jammies and about 8 pajama pants. No, I didn’t make them all on that Sunday, but I started then, which is the toughest thing to do, to get started.
I get this silly “frontier woman providing for her family” feeling whenever my boys wear or use something I’ve made. It’s a great feeling.