My intentions are (usually) good. Take, for example, my recent plan to make pj shorts for Caleb. The poor child kept coming out of his hot room in the morning with damp, sweaty hair and no shirt. So I bought a yard of cheap blue fabric, and, for some reason I was feeling absurdly comfortable with my sewing skills and rationalized that I could easily figure out a simple pair of shorts on my own.
So I made some shorts:
After hanging my head in shame, I dug through my patterns, cut out a pair of shorts, and (though they're a bit big) it worked. [...Anyone surprised? Anyone? I didn't think so.]
When will I learn?
P.S. I still made Caleb wear the crappy pair to bed (two pairs of pj shorts is better than one), and last night, he sat cross-legged and both sides of the inseams split in unison. So they weren't just unsightly. I could probably sell them at WalMart. (Ha.)
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