I've made a start through my pile of knits to reconstruct into tees for the kids.
Winter here on Vancouver Island may not be particularly cold, at least not according to Alberta snow standards, but it is grey. ("The sky is grey, the sand is grey, and the ocean is grey..." :) I find myself grateful for the colour where I can find it. I'm even beginning to warm to the duck boots.
So far I've made one raglan shirt for each child. I'm particularly proud of Birdie's. Not only did the stripes in the applique come together with the shirt stripes in a particularly serendipitous manner, but I managed to reuse the ribbed collar from a men's golf shirt. If anyone's interested, I can do up a little tute on that.
Smootch's shirt, well, we all blow it every once in awhile. I think I actually cut the front and back of the shirt too big on top, either by having the pattern piece shift on me or maybe I traced the pattern wrong, but something needs adjusted before I have another go.
If the girl child would actually hold still, you'd be able to see the goof clearly.
But since she will not (maybe can not?) stay still, she gets to wear the shirt despite it's issues. She loves the heart and the arms and, as she says, the 'racing stripes'.
And that is why I love sewing for my kids more than myself - they are much nicer to me than I will ever be. Bless them for that.