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I kicked off August by finishing this memory lap quilt I made out of my old t-shirts, a thrifted sheet for backing and thrifted binding.This month I'll be posting about the process of making this unusual project.

I altered two pair of thrifted Bermuda shorts into summer shorts. I also tailored a third pair of shorts to fit me better (forgot to take a pic of those.)

That led to me altering a thrifted pair of knit jersey capris to be pajama shorts. I was working up my nerve to make a pair of pajama shorts from knit fabric, but that may take a while because I am literally overstocked on all kinds of shorts now and summer is coming to an end in a few weeks. *Sob*

I repaired and cleaned a lot of seven Vera Bradley bags that would have cost over three hundred dollars to buy used. I got them all for $9.99.

For my last project of the month I rehabbed an old glove box, which didn't turn out perfect but was fun.

Finally I kept up with my calendar mood crochet project, which I placed on the sofa in my home office so you can see just how big it is now. The color I used most in August was creative (9) with inspired (8) as runner up. I had two days in which I was in pain, and no negative mood days except one, which was a whopper.

For the first time this year I used black, the color I chose to represent upset. Emotionally speaking I can and do endure a lot of bad behavior from people, but laughing at an injured person isn't something I will ever tolerate. Because of that day I spent being upset I added a light blue for forgiving, which is what I spent the following day trying to do (and succeeded.)

On a lighter note, I added a third color for determined and busy, and a second color for creative.

Of course I also tried to be creative every day in August, and in the process made quite a lot of things. To see all of them, check out the photo album I made here.

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