Even with reinforced knees, my son somehow manages to wear through even the toughest of denim...
So yesterday as the temperatures dropped, the snow fell, and my son had a full on WWF match against his stuffies, I busted out my needle and thread.
All of my wannabe hippy days, circa 1995, came rushing back... Images of patched pants and denim shorts, the smell of Old Mill, the walks back to Lock -n- Dam....Phew.
We would patchwork anything that ripped.
And we would rip things just to patch.
Well, hobbies from my youth came in handy yesterday.
I can't take credit for this cute project.
I totally stole the idea off of Pinterest.