We got #1 son’s shirt cut out yesterday. #1 son and I are the “we” in that sentence. We made sincere efforts to match plaids and get all the pieces cut out. #1 son doesn’t have mad spacial skillz. He said things like, “That’s a sleeve? I thought that was the back! It’s enormous!” and “I don’t understand. What’s the point of folding the cloth?” He also asked rather touchingly whether I was going to sew around the buttonholes the way they had on his store-bought shirts.

I didn’t get to sewing. Nor to cleaning. I did some errands, and then I was ensconced on the sofa by the fire reading and couldn’t persuade myself to change that.

I have to go to early church now, but I may come back and add a picture of the cut-out shirt.