As a teenager, I wished for the ability to make my own clothes.
Fifteen years later, I am finally learning how to sew. I am also learning how to draw patterns. All of this so I can now make clothes for my daughter. Hopefully, eventually, I'll be able to make some for myself, but it's more fun making clothes for Evie. She can rock bright colors and crazy patterns far better than me.
So, with the return of sub-zero temperatures, the inability to breathe outside, and the disinclination to see how many intersections my car can slide into before there's an accident, I busied myself at home this week with making my first shirt from my own patterns. I think it's not half bad for my first try. And, hey, it fits.