I have to share this, pictures and all.
I sit at soccer practice every Wednesday evening hand sewing binding on a quilt. Each week I've been able to take a different quilt with me. The mom's are in awe, which is a great stroke to the ego. I don't tell them that the quilts have been done for a while and I'm just trying to finish them up. Anyhow...
Two weeks ago one of the mom's asked me I could fix Baa-Baa. I'm game, but not really sure what a Baa-Baa is. The next week she introduced me to Baa-Baa, which had to be gently removed from her son's hands. Her son wanted Baa-Baa fixed, but wasn't really thrilled with the idea that it would have to go home with me. He asked me if I could work on Baa-Baa right there or if I could bring my sewing machine to the game. The final request, can you just come to my house tonight? He told me he really wasn't OK with me taking Baa-Baa to my house. I gently took Baa-Baa and the while time was thinking how am I going to fix that poor loved blanket. It is so thread bare that it's not funny.
I got busy right away since I knew that Baa-Baa had to be back in that little boys hands the next time I saw him (that gave me Wednesday night to Saturday morning). I patched the BIG holes and trimmed up the sides so they weren't so ragged. I managed to get blue binding on the sides, but there were places I didn't have much to sew too.
When Baa-Baa was returned to that cute little boy, the smile couldn't have been any bigger. It's not perfect, but Baa-Baa will hang around in his arms a little bit longer.