Please come to NYC to teach me to make patterns so that I, too, can sew my boys some adorable envelope shirts. Believe me, I tried to do it on my own. But after spending the equivalent of two naptimes on the supposed 90 minute project, with multiple unpickings and alterations and nothing wearable to show for it, I’m willing to admit that I need help.
Apparently, I stink at pattern-making.
ps Bring chocolate. Please. Dark is good. No nuts. Please. Thank you.