It got me thinking about what I remember about the little shirt.
I can vaguely remember getting these pictures taken at the main room at Kids Klub, the daycare/preschool my mom worked at. My mom says I was three when it was taken.
I remember wearing this shirt at my grandparents' old house and someone commenting on it.
In fourth grade, we had to bring pictures of ourselves as babies and guess whose was whose. I took one of the pictures from this photo shoot, while most of my classmates brought actual baby pictures, and I was disappointed that everyone recognized me. (One boy in one of the other classes brought a picture of himself in the tub, so the teacher had to put up a sticker that said "No peeking.")
Then in fifth grade, I obviously could no longer wear the shirt, so I remember discussing making it into a quilt. But now I don't want it as a quilt, because that could destroy it, and the tiny shirt is adorable for its size.
Now I have to decide what to do with it, because I feel bad just putting it back in a tote in the garage.
(In case you couldn't tell, this post was made just so that I wouldn't miss posting this week.)
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