I'm not much of a sewer. I can sew a straight line, that's about it.
When my kids were growing up we were always. . . let's just say we had hit a large pothole on the road to prosperity, and the tow truck hadn't got there yet.
I remember one time my son wanted a western shirt when he was maybe 7 or 8 years old. I can't remember why he wanted one. He never really asked for much, but he wanted a western shirt really bad, and I wanted to get one for him. I looked at nice kid's western shirts at the store, the prices were totally out of my ballpark, maybe something like $20 or so. No way that was going to happen.
So I went to the local thrift store, bought the smallest long-sleeve shirt I could find (I think it cost all of a dollar, and it even had snaps on the front). When I got it home I cut the cuffs off, cut the sleeves about 3 or 4 inches shorter, then sewed the cuffs back on. Then I went to the fabric store and bought about .25 cents worth of some dangly fringe, which I sewed on the back of the sleeves.
It really didn't look too great - it
sorta looked like a western shirt if you maybe squinted your eyes almost closed, and looked at it from across the room. If it was a
really big room. . .
Anyway, my son was thrilled with it. He was too young to recognize that it wasn't the best sew job in the world - on the other hand, he probably wouldn't have cared. He wore it until he outgrew it - which was only a couple of months. I think I still have it around here someplace.
That shirt made both of us happy.
Anne