Jack has this thing about going to sleep with a blanket over his eyes. And I know with what most mothers eventually come to, you go with what ever works. 🙂
But that's not what I wanted to mention here. This quilt I made years, and years ago out of old pants my mom had saved, came from a box of boy clothes probably 30 years saved. Pretty much every pair had patches over the knees. Little evidence of active boys and a mother's desire to make their clothes last.
And how fun it was to discover a photo of my brother with those funky plaid pants on. The same pair from my quilt.
Photo about 1974.