Remember when this shirt had bleach stains on it, plus it was super tight, so it showed my muffin-top, therefore it hung, safe in my closet based solely on the fact that I loved to look at that color (one of my personal favs)?
Ya, well, you probably didn’t remember that, because you don’t live in my brain, but that was, however, the truth behind this shirt…until last night, when I was sitting on my bed while Marcus and his band, Old Money, played their weekend set for the 18th time in a row.
Don’t get me wrong, I love their music, but after 4 hours of it, I was getting a little bored.
I needed a project, so I grabbed the shirt, called my SIL, Alice, and asked her for a refresher course on t-shirt necklaces. She gave me a verbal tutorial and we chatted as I snipped away. By the time we got off the phone the necklace was almost complete!
Seriously, that easy! Now I’m wearing it to the boys show tonight (@Sammy’s in Rexburg, if you happen to be up here, you should come! But if you come say hi to me and my breath smells like the taco bus, don‘t judge me…)
What do you think? Is it cool, or am I just emotionally attached to it because I made it?