As for using your husband's old shirts, that reminds me of some of
my own, late husband's favorite Hawaiian shirts. Brilliant and, truthfully,
too loud to wear anywhere except when visiting Hawaii.
After he died and I was cleaning out his closet, I made a baby quilt for
a great grandchild with them. Bright, cheerful and usable for many years.
Just the thing for the child to be told he had a nice Grandpa.