That's Hendrix's favorite song. It has been for months. Sometimes we stray into other MJ territory, like Bad or Black or White, even Jam. But we always come back to Beat It. The other day it was disgustingly hot and he still insisted on wearing his jacket because he was dancing to Beat It; you know, like the red one in the video. He was dripping sweat. As my friend said, art is pain.
I made those helicopter shorts from
Dana's beloved pattern of course. (That tee is from my last round of boy clothes, you can check out
here.)
This pair I refashioned from an old shirt of mine and lined up the pockets to be on the back. I love it when extra details can make themselves.
I also freezer paper stenciled the little bike on this shirt.
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Here is the image I used! I was too lazy to go upstairs to my printer, so I traced it right off the computer screen onto a square of freezer paper. Make sure you have the shiny side against the screen.)
I love a little boy in a muscle shirt. A grown man, not so much. I wonder when that threshold is officially crossed? I found 2-packs of these tanks at H&M and now I wish I had bought more.
Do you wonder what he was looking at here? He peed himself right as I took this picture. Classic.
