I've been refilling bobbins and clipping threads like crazy lately. I love it. Well, not refilling bobbins. Who loves that, really. But I love what it implies.
Clover's shirt was the object of midnight oil being burned. Okay, more like 10:30 oil. It's funny how something that would make me mad broad daylight makes me laugh when it gets late at night.
I'm sure it was completely my mistake, but somehow the front of the shirt was shorter than the back. Majorly, as in whole inches. Thus the laughter. Then I decided it was fortuitous after all and put a horizontal pattern from the fabric across the front piece. I like it.
Yes, it is awfully wrinkly. After all, it has been worn the whole day. And yes, there might also be some chocolate on it only because Clover now thinks she can have cookies for breakfast, too. She's her father's daughter.
This is where the pattern came from. So you see, not reading Japanese, I could have very well short changed the front of this hippy-esque tunic myself.
One more thing. I've got a post and link coming up tomorrow I'm ecstatic about. All I can say is it has to do with Billy Blanks.
* * *fabric came from my mother-in-law's stash years ago* * *