I'm a Bad Mama!

I was doing laundry earlier this week, when I pulled one of E's new shirts from the dirty clothes. That's when the inner struggle occurred.

Along the collar seam, as well as both the cuff seams, there is a length of smokey gray velvet ribbon. It's high quality velvet ribbon... thick, lush, a perfect shade of gray. Quite simply, it's lovely.

Immediately the little artist sitting on my right shoulder said, "I wonder if you could use your seam ripper to carefully remove that velvet ribbon and still leave the new shirt in tact."

The little Mama sitting on my left shoulder tsk'd and said, "Shame on you! You would really consider tearing apart your child's brand new clothing, for a bit of frippery?! Would you really stoop that low?!"

The little artist purred, "Really what would be the harm? If necessary, after you remove it, you could always run down to the fabric shop and find some regular binding to replace it. And anyway, it's not like he doesn't have other shirts. Come on, you know that velvet would look stunning on the altered book you are working on."

The little Mama gasped, "For Shame!!!"

I'm a bad Mama.