The harlequin shirt- part 8. The punching the floor and crying edition.

No kidding.

You know how something works some days and then the very next day you poke yourself with 50 pins and then decide to roll old school and hand stitch?

Well, I've hand stitched the shirt to my %{£{!}~£}£{+{£~~! ironing board.

I need a nap. Or booze.