Big Girls Don’t Cry

My new friend, the Pioneer Woman, she gave me a gift. A gorgeous, beautiful, stunning t-shirt. Yes, she gave a t-shirt to everyone that came to her book signing. Even though I was one of thousands….I feel sure I was the most special. Now you know why I love her so. She loves me too. My t-shirt proves it.

But there was one problem. It’s a small problem. Very small. So small that my 12 year old could wear it.

And I’m not a small girl. I’m a 1x. That meant that my precious PW t-short wasn’t going to fit. No siree…..not even if I didn’t eat one piece of pie for the rest of the holidays.

But I couldn’t let it go. It’s too special to me.

Now, my mom taught me to respect my things. She would never let me write in a book or break china on purpose. But I’m a rebel. I cut up my Pioneer Woman shirt with no guilt at all.

I sewed it to a man’s khaki shirt that I had in my closet and never wore.

I used the extra pieces to make a ruffle for the collar

and new cuffs.

I couldn’t let one perfect bit of the shirt go to waste. I used every scrap.

Since I have an embroidery business, I added swirls.

And in honor of Pioneer Woman, a couple of butterflies.

Thanks for the wonderful shirt Pioneer Woman. I love it!