Genevieve's school uniforms aren't supposed to have any logos on them. And my friend Maria told me her clever method of buying incorrectly monogrammed backpacks for cheap, and then picking out the monogram. I got this little polo for a few bucks at the thrift store.
My husband nicely offered to take a go at the seam ripper. Well. Polo has no intention of removing its branding claws from that shirt. We got so far, and then I appliqued a white heart over the mess and the hole.
A little puckery, but at least we can still use the shirt.
Good, good dog.
9 hours ago