You say tomato, I say tomato . . .

I've been looking forward to getting back to "real" sewing. You know, not the stuff we make for other people, but the stuff we make for ourselves - even if it ends up being worn by other people. Next project up is a new shirt for the boy, partly because I bought shirting at PR Weekend and want to use it before it ages, partly because constructing a man's shirt will get my head back into the kind of sewing I want to do right now, and partly because he bought me a gift certificate to Mood for Christmas, and he deserves a thank you for that.

We slept in on Christmas Day and were just hanging around at the house, waiting to cook dinner. He can do that, but I started twitching, and decided to cut out the fabric. Cutting is never my favorite part of sewing, so I thought I'd get it over with while I had something else to look forward to. I showed him the pieces when I finished, and he said, "I like this fabric. I don't have any light blue shirts."

Hmmm, funny, I thought it was gray.

Turns out I like the reverse of the fabric, and he likes the right side. We each like what we like for the same reason: we think our chosen background color makes the pink and purple stripes stand out more. He likes the light color, I think the dark gray works best. But it's his shirt, so it's going to be blue. I'm pleasing myself by doing the yoke in a chevron pattern, something he thinks is kind of excessive. You say excessive, I say interesting.