Then I patched them, with a flower from the vintage sherbet pillowcase. Happiness.
I just realized there is a sea change in my life: I get a bigger thrill from fixing my clothes than I do from buying new ones. Wow.
On another note, school is off to a rocky start for Genevieve. I'll be back to report, with pictures from her cheery first day which rapidly went downhill. Sighhhh.