I'm adding full gathered white cotton sleeves to a RTW tank top for an 11-year-old to wear for Highland Dance "Nationals" competitions,
On top of that, when we were setting up the appointment, she kept saying "I'll (whatever)" and I finally asked her if by "I" she meant "we" because I needed to have the DD here. Oh, yes, of course she was planning on bringing her DD. So... she showed up with THREE little girls in tow. All were hot and thirsty. I served lemonade. You know what happened next... yup, full glass of lemonade spilled on my worktable. Does anyone wonder why I almost NEVER sew for pay? At least if "clients" who share my DNA do stuff like that I can lower the boom on them.
Thank goodness for full-house AC...