Never one to dress quietly or subtly, I am delighted with this extremely loud shirt I whipped up from an African wax print sarong.
I’m not delighted with the scoliosis that makes me stand so crookedly. I can’t see it in the mirror, only in photos, and I always find it startling.
I can’t remember the pattern details just now. To distract you from my haphazard reporting, I’d like to point out the red, off-kilter square buttons that match the red, off-kilter squares of the design. Matchy matchy!