Ode to Child Bearing Hips

Or child born hips. It is important, for the sake of personal sanity, that I say this in past tense (but how to do so properly is obviously a mystery to me). I was cleaning out my closet this week and the stack of jeans that I can no longer squeeze into (but have been hoarding in a denial induced fog) was a little more robust than it ought to have been. I'm not as skinny as I thought .
My hips will never squeeze into the majority of those jeans EVER again. So instead of letting that abundant stack remain on the top shelf of my closet collecting dust for another few years, I might as well do a little recycling. No point in wasting good denim, right?
And, my hubby's youngest brother just happens to be getting married on Saturday (tomorrow!). Can you see where my brain went with this?
Let's just say my loss is their gain. Or, to be more accurate, my gain is their gain.
Every newlywed couple is in need of a good picnic blanket...especially one backed in warm and cuddly fleece. Handy for all sorts of .....

.....And this is where I stop. I tend to ramble and say strange & stupid things when I'm tired, and right now, I am completely wiped out. Not only did I make the quilt, we also painted our master bed and bath. All in the last 72 hours. Crazy, Crazy!