Leftovers

A week ago I bought some fabric to sew myself a shirt. I had visions of an amazing garment that would make me look instantly twenty pounds thinner, three feet taller, and several degrees smarter.

It did none of that. In fact, it had the remarkable effect of making me look heavier, shorter, and dumber. I decided to scrap it, but only after taking my frustrations out on the offensive garment by stomping on it, spitting on it, and calling it several nasty names.

About the only good thing about that awful pattern is that it called for a yard more material than was needed, so I had plenty left over to whip up a shirt for Miss Boo.
The kids are always thrilled when I make something for them, and she was no exception.
She could care less about her weight, height, or IQ. I didn't need to use a pattern, since it was basically just a large rectangle that I sewed up the back. I inserted two bands of elastic for the bodice, and sewed straps to the edges so it's adjustable. Technically she should be able to wear it for at least another year, but since the fabric is rather fragile, I doubt it will last that long.

She seems happy with it, though!