About a month ago, Dan threw out, in his words, "my favorite shirt ever". The T-shirt, which he had bought at a PJ concert, was full of holes and stains and was quite unwearable. I , being the clever mom that I am, garbage picked it, cut it up , and incorporated it into a new quilt. I also searched the internet for the same T-shirt and bought that. I think he really liked it! I am the Best. Mom. Ever. Merry Christmas, Danny-boy!
Art at The Movement Shala
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