Because 2 days is never enough.

I was having such a nice day on Sunday, getting stuff done and wandering around Brooklyn, when I decided that I needed a project. To my thinking, it made sense to kill more than one bird with one stone: project, improve my sewing skills, and expand my wardrobe.

Well, we know how this goes: get frustrated, waste money, and add an oddly misshapen item to my wardrobe that makes me feel sad when I see it.

Okay, well I’m not exactly sure which it’s going to be yet. I cut all the pieces and have assembled the front and back yolk for the shirt and made a slightly lumpy mandarin collar. I had to call my mom to help me the decipher the directions. I’m under no delusions that this is going to come out, well, good… but, as long as I make a shirt even if it doesn’t fit quite right or is a bit twisted, I’ll feel pretty good. Gotta start somewhere, right?