A new linen shirt for Craig...
Burda 7767, again. I didn't even fold up or put away the pattern after making my "army" shirt, just laid out the fabric and cut out this one straight away... efficient, or what?! My middle name, hehe...
Do you like the smile-y face pocket flaps? Yes, this was sorta planned... I don't think Craig has cottoned on that he is sporting two smile-y faces on his chest yet, he might refuse to wear the shirt if he thinks something is too fashion-y about it... But I like little "touches" and this one amuses me.
The lower edges of the pockets have a corresponding curve like the flaps, and the cuff edges are curved to match, and also have double buttonholes and buttons. Those, and the fact that the lower hem has been extended and curved, are the only variations to the pattern here.
I felt a little guilty about this whole project, because the linen was part of the small stash comprising four lengths of linen that we bought with the very intent of me making shirts out of it for Craig about two years ago... and I did use three of these lengths just for that purpose. But this rather divinely shaded seafoam-green length sat there and sat there and I couldn't bring myself to get going on the promised shirt. It looked so desirable and so right for ... well, for me. I was deviously planning and re-planning about a zillion things NOT of the menswear variety, that I could make using this linen; things would fit very nicely into my wardrobe thank you very much, and I even commenced a bit of a campaign about how this colour was actually a bit feminine, wasn't it, hmmm? and how Craig now had looooads of linen shirts to choose from and might prefer something else, and how the linen would be reeeeeally much better suited to something else, like say... something for me. And my sweet husband is so good natured he unselfishly gave up his linen shirt rights just to make me happy... And I did feel happy for about one minute. Then I felt mean. So I set to and made him the promised shirt. And now I don't feel mean. And d'ya know the good news, there is actually a largish chunk of leftovers, maybe enough for something to fit me after all. And I have a clear conscience.
Maybe there is a moral there, something about good feelings and peace of mind. Attainable to those who don't wilfully and selfishly steal their loved ones fabric. Yah, something real deep and meaningful and navel-gazing like that. But I'm not sure the goodwill will extend to me not appropriating the shirt every once in a while. After all, look how well it goes with my first self-pedicure of the season? I think this shirt deserves to be worn with my nail polish, don't you?
Shirt; Burda 7767 with minor modifications, seafoam-green linen