We wear our imperfections. I do literally. But really, people must’ve sweated their asses off constantly wearing this stuff. Even with a linen shirt and very light wool, I felt hot in maybe 68 degrees for a few minutes. The shirt and the hat I did not make, and the pants you can’t see, I did (in addition to tie and vest). I also made the buttons for the pants fly.
Right now I am drafting a pattern for jeans, and if I can draft and make them properly I’ll work toward selling them.
It’s all kind of underwhelming, honestly, which is the point of the ‘eh’ in the title, but it gives me the look of productivity in a minuscule sense and passes the time.