That makes three.
It happens. I mean–at least it happens to me.
I tend to learn things by deconstruction. And so after disassembling, cutting in special ways, and then trying to reconstruct but having a brain bleed and too many weird tiny scraps left over instead, I am INCREMENTALLY nearer to understanding how to mess w (and by mess with I mean Tailor in an Extreme Way) men’s suit jackets.
Yes, Thank you.
The saddest loss to me–beyond those bits of unbelievable fabrics that don’t even exist anymore:
The inside pockets.
I hate to waste beautifully constructed inside pockets. I have always been bothered that women’s clothes don’t include those secret pockets.
And I think my next attempt might be on an ugly jacket.
But we all know that will be the one I nail. Geez.