Dear Simplicity,
You sort of make me feel like a trollop or hussy.
Don’t give me that innocent look. I performed my measurements very carefully; I took honest measurements. Then, I began my plans to sew.
But there was something in the back of my head that told me I should check the finished measurements of the garment. Sure enough, I discovered that there was way more ease that I am used to. So, I made the shirt two sizes smaller than the one my measurements called for.
And this top, which, despite it’s somewhat homely color, was supposed to be summery and flirty. It is downright loose. Or is it, Simplicity? Are you telling me that I just wear my clothes too tight? Are you calling me a tart? A slattern?
I will have to rely on my standard tactic, adding a belt, in order to wear this shirt. Maybe we can reach a compromise.