When Leila came home with a note from her music teacher that said she needed to dress like a farmer for the first grade musical, I knew exactly what shirt I wanted her to wear - one that was hand-sewn by my great-grandmother. My great-grandmother was about 90-years old at the time and her arthritic fingers were so crooked, I have no idea how she could have sewn anything, but I remember loving the shirts that she made for my brother and I. Stitched with love, that's for sure.
For a shirt that's nearly 30 years old, it looks in pretty good shape, doesn't it?
By now, you may be asking yourself, "Why did this shirt remind me of a farmer?"
Well, let me take you back in time and show you.
Are you ready for this?
Flashback to 1980 - My one and only time showing a pig at the county fair.
OK friends, personal humiliation week is officially over. I hope you have enjoyed my trip down memory lane. ;) I know it did my heart good to see my little girl up there on stage wearing something that my great-grandmother put so much love into, so it was worth it!
UPDATE: Some of you have asked if my pig won. Sadly, it did not. On the contrary, it did everything possible NOT to win. It got in a fight with every single pig in the ring and I ran out of the arena crying. This would be the reason this was my one and only time showing a pig. Ahhhhhh.... good memories. :)