So, a few weeks ago, I was lost somewhere on Pinterest and somehow found someone’s pin showing how she made a t-shirt scarf for herself. Looked easy. Looked cool. Looked doable. So, I showed my incredibly sentimental and creative 14 year old daughter the pin, and she seemed to love it. So, when we could, we hit thrift shops looking for interesting t-shirts made from the same weight cotton jersey. Colors, designs, words and textures. We were on the hunt for all of them. It’s been a bit snowy here and the kids have had 2 days off from school, and what better way to bond even more than to work on the t-shirt scarf together. She chose exactly how she wanted each shirt cut and what designs to include on each panel. We decided that using a double layer of each shirt was the best way to go because just one layer may have been so thin that the scarf would roll up and not hold its shape. I put such love and effort into the pieces of jersey into a scarf. I could not wait to show it to her. So I woke her up at midnight–hey, it was okay because she did not have school the next day. And, in four small words, she broke my heart. They were, “What did you do”? Huh, seriously–how could this be happening when I am so excited about this masterpiece of original artwork of mine? She said, “I don’t really wear scarves, so I’ll probably never wear that”. First it was a knife through my heart, and secondly, she twisted it. I tried to model it for her, and she then instructed me to hang it up on the hook inside her closet door. I went back to my bedroom, looked over at my sewing corner and could not believe the mess of scraps and color snippets and threads piled up on the floor next to my workspace. Oh well, she may not like it now, but maybe someday she will. Maybe she can use it as a bed scarf or other decorative thing when she goes to college. Some would say never to make her anything again. But I will. Over and over again. Because I love her with all of my might.