I tried to make myself a skirt. I tried to put in a drawstring waist. Sounds easy enough, right? Sure.

Ahem. The opening? For the drawstring to come out? Somehow ended up on the inside of the skirt. And let me just say: Drat. (Though if I didn’t think a small child might read this over my shoulder, I would perhaps choose a stronger expletive. In case you were wondering.)