I found this men’s shirt at a thrift store about a year and a half ago. I loved the pattern but walked away the first time (I very seldom buy something the first time I see it). After thinking about it for about a week I went back and found it was still there so it came home with me that time. My son argued that it should be his because it fit him so well. And, it dud for him well. But, I had my eye on it first, so I tailored I a bit through the sides and have worn it ever since. It sprouted it’s first hole in the armpit a few months ago. I mended it and we were off and running again. But, a few weeks ago the other armpit ripped. Now, I never mind another mend. But, I’d been feeling mixed feelings for some time with the shirt. The truth is that I rushed my alterations and it never fit as well as I’d like. (This is probably the reason for the tears in the first place). So, as it sat in my mending like I became increasingly convinced that another mend wasn’t where this was going. Instead, I think it’s going to wind up as facings and pockets in a #schoolhousetunic (turned dress), in concert with this green linen that’s been sitting on my table. I’m hoping to find a few minutes tomorrow to begin.