Several weeks ago (or two months ago, but who’s counting, really?) Matthew asked me if I’d use these supposed sewing skills I talked about having to make him an oxford shirt. Wait, menswear? A tailored shirt? I didn’t understand why we couldn’t we just buy one instead, or why he couldn’t at least ask for a dress or a women’s blouse. I could do one of those. I was terrified and I’m guessing the weeks this project dragged on were probably a good example of my unwillingness to face my fears. But then the sad fabric sat on our table, just looking so unloved, so I mustered up the courage. And now it’s done and, excuse me, but I want to make more? Look what you’ve done.