Yesterday Shayla and I tried to make sense of a 1930s dress pattern she bought. The pattern itself has some pretty odd pieces, and trying to translate the instructions to something understandable was quite an adventure. We spent HOURS on this dress, actually we were each attempting our own, and spent waaaaayyy too much time on one piece that just would not fit. We figured that having two sewers would make this easier, which I honestly think it did, and I try not to think of attempting such a monster alone. After working all day, and screaming at the instructions, and asking them "What does this mean?!", we decided to call it a day just as we were about to strangle the dress form.
Oh, and Shayla got stung by a bee. Yeah.