Sweat Smelling Thrift, Or is that Sweet Smelling Thrift? Part 1.

In support of a smaller footprint

I have done some thrifting from time to time.

I find myself a sucker for the velour tracksuits/

bathrobes of the 70's variety.

Well, a while ago I found a gorgeous blue bathrobe.

I clutched it dearly waiting for the right project.

For some strange reason I decided a sleep sack

would be the bathrobes end.

(For those of you holding more interesting facts in your head...

a 'sleepsack' is a sleeping bag a baby wears

so it keeps the covers on her shoulders all night long,

rather than stuffed up her breathing holes)

Now I had cunning plans for cuteness.

Ribbons for baby to play with.

Lace for me to look at.

This AND that.

But then in the chopping of said housecoat,

I came upon a pocket.

And somehow, it just seemed wrong to ignore it.

Surely a stuffed animal would hop in there.

I kept the belt loop too.

Perfect for hanging up the sack de sleep.

Yu has been in a wee one,

but she's growing.

So I thought I'd scale up.

Clearly I have a problem with scale.

These photos would be cuter with a cute baby in them.

Only she would be suffocated by her mother's

vague attempts at sleepification.

Good thing I plan on her growing.