So my shirt is finally done. See? Here's a picture of it:
You may be wondering why I am not more excited. You may also be wondering, if you are the type, why one side of the collar is wrinkly. This is why:
No, your eyes are not deceiving you. There is a stain. Let me back up now, and share some background on how UNFAIR this is.
This part of the post is entitled: The Horror.
I finished this shirt last night at a late, late hour. I may have even finished it this morning. I have been working on it for some time now. It is beautifully finished. French seams, facings, hand-embroidered top stitching, decorative box pleats; a lot of thought, effort, love and hard work went into this shirt.
This morning I went to cut a thread on that creamy PALE linen collar with scissors that, unbeknownst to me, were covered with ink from an exploded pen.
I spent half an hour scrubbing my shirt, hence the wrinkles, and there is still a mark. Even you glass-half-full people have to admit that this is SO UNFAIR.
But no use crying over spilled milk. It is a lovely shirt, and the mark is barely noticeable.
I promised pictures of my cute pony Moony, and here he is. He knows the word "cookie" -- that's how I got him to prick his ears.
And this is my stable, La Jolla. It is pretty fancy. Those are, indeed, lion statues, and that is, indeed, a tree-lined drive-way.
My next project will be a skirt, (looking on the bright side, thinking positive, letting go...so UNFAIR) and D and I are in the process of reupholstering a stool in this gorgeous camel/gray wool plaid. And I still have to make Mink's new harness (szeleczka) out of oilcloth!