Sometimes I wish I could dress like a boy. I think I would wear tan wide wale corduroy pants and a cotton/wool plaid shirt everyday from Oct-March. But I can’t so I dress my boys like this instead. I suppose I am lucky because neither of my sons really care what they wear. This might come back to haunt me when they are 40.
This pattern is at least 12 years old and it says it’s EASY. But it really isn’t. That many years ago I bought it with my Gram and she had to talk me through just about every step. My Gram was pure love…I’m kind of a dumb and happy sort of person and it takes blatant explaining and a hint of yelling frustration for me to understand what the heck you are talking about…but she was always so kind and patient.
My Gram has been gone a few years now and the pattern is looking a little oldish (check out that pointy collar!), but it still makes me happy to sew it for Henry.
He has a tiny piece of my Gram and I’s heart stitched into those seams.
Even the ones I had to seam rip out. Even though I have made this exact shirt at least five times in the past. Dumb and happy I tell you!