I cut up my t-shirt and framed it.
It was a cozy t-shirt and I loved the print, but was a tad short {and more like a straight jacket now that I’m “with child”}.
Now I can see it everyday instead of hiding it in a closet. Oh, and hey, freed up another hanger for a new shirt. Win – win.


{It has become BLARINGLY apparent that I need to paint my master bathroom now that this white art is hanging.}
I have also immortalized t-shirts in the past… from little league to college volleyball – all the t-shirts I couldn’t part with have become the most COMFY cozy quilt.
