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baby oktokaidekapus

Okay, so I work in online marketing. In the boring IT space, but still. That's what I do all day. I read up on best practices. Blogs. Twitter. I do a lot of data analysis. My job is to keep my clients relevant on the internet.

My stuff on the other hand? Not taking a hint. There was this fantastic idea tossed about over at paperpools a while ago: make some sort of t-shirt design referencing to The Last Samurai. I instantly wanted to try something out. I asked Dan to draw the picture.

Then I said, I'm getting a serger for my birthday. Why not wait a week and make the whole t-shirt from scratch?

Then I took some time threading the serger. Then adjusting the tension. Weeks went by. I made the base but got stuck at the sleeves.

I asked Dan again to draw the pattern, but a moment later I asked him to make dinner.

I made the shirt sans logo and poked Dan in the ribs saying "I can't draw!" but then Harvey needed a clean t-shirt and so he got just a plain gray t-shirt for a while.

There was an interruption in the project for Harvey's birthday. I had to sew an ark.

Then I got rolling again. Is this story taking a long time? I stopped for a while to read The Last Samurai and that was much more interesting. Dan made a beautiful design and we tested a t-shirt transfer but the test looked crappy. We decided to print on fabric and applique the printed piece to the shirt. That required a bit of a re-design. Dan had to do the same work three times because Illustrator kept quitting.

But finally! We have the shirt. Only it appears the original inspirational conversation occured on April 17th. See? There's your lesson on how not to be relevant on the internet.

Harvey modeling his oktokaidekapus shirt

18 arms to hold you

At any rate, he looks just adorable. Here is the source design. You can verify for yourself the number of legs.

The t-shirt is made from jersey knit and totally serged, which means the actually sewing part of this project only took like a total of 45 minutes. Embarrassing. Oh well, it's the cute baby picture that counts in the end.

a closer-up of the new duds

count the legs, they're all there!

At the bottom left of the image you can just glimpse a container of bubble suds. He's saying "bubble" now, my little brilliant boy. Novels next year, I think.


I hope you're teaching him Greek! One parent actually tried the "couper la difficulté en quatre" method with some success:

We're working on the English first. "Clock" is as difficult a word as he gets these days. He's just 1 after all. But yes. English then French then Hebrew then Greek.

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