Likewise, I had my set of bed sheet. Not 1000 thread count Egyptian cotton, but it was nice enough and perhaps NOT have those sweet memories they were supposed to produce.
After the marriage ended prematurely, the bed sheet was a permanent resident at the back of the wardrobe until........one day, I had the urge to snip snip snip away those memories.
So this is what I did:
|Humming the "Sound of Music" tune....somehow I'm reminded...of the movie that is...|
|The 2 pieces of the pyjama pants to be|
|After the right sewing (I managed to make it into a skirt, before making it into the pants that it should be)|
|A closer look|