I must have dreamed about this project all night because when my feet hit the floor this morning I ran straight to my sewing room (room is generous people, it's really a closet) and started cutting, ironing, and stitching before I even had enough coffee in me to see straight.
This is what I ended up with: Clothespin apron and carrying "case"
Our sweet friend turned 2 years old today. A fact that, I'm sure, makes his momma want to weep. Well now, what to do at two? I had to stretch my brain to think about what Owen was loving about this time last year. Clothespins.
Yup. My boy loved clothespins. For several months, any can or box that came through our house was lifted from the recycling bin and ruthlessly stabbed with clothespin-sized holes so our son could see how many clothespins he could cram inside. Entertaining for everyone.
Owen said he would happily try out the apron for his friend as long as I would make a clothespin apron for him too.
*I'm loving the gloves and snow boots in these pictures that he insisted on wearing. It was 60 degrees outside.