Last year I bought myself a Sublime Stitching kit, to embroider an awesome illustration by Jenny Hart on a bib for the (then) little-one-to-be. I started during my pregnancy-leave, but never finished it, for a thousand reasons. As the Little One has been eating ‘real food’ for quite some time now, I forced myself to finish the bib.
Only now do I realize that this is the most useless thing ever. A bib is meant to be dirty, filthy, a museum as it were, of all foods and drinks The Little One has ever consumed. A piece of embroidered artwork is completely the opposite of that. So now I have a Sunday-bib, just for eating plain, boring bread. The only thing allowed to land on that bib is a dry piece of breadcrumb. Sigh.