Singular they pre-dates singular you

Yesterday I tried four different ways of drafting the back pants pattern
before realizing the reason things were weird was that the back width
didn’t match the front width, so pivoting at the side seam was causing the
grain line to do alarming things between the waist and thigh. I pivoted at
the grain line instead, drew a new center back line to make the back waist
symmetrical, and suddenly everything made much more sense. I traced off
copies on tissue, extended the hip width up to the waist for pull-on pants,
and added seam allowances. Ready for a wearable test pair in flannel.

Mirror Dance continues apace. Bless Cordelia.

We went to open studio and I made two flower pots with matching drainage
trays, flubbed one with too thin a bottom, and trimmed a bowl left over
from whenever we last went that had surprisingly not gone too far past
leather-hard. On the way home we went to Target for bunny snacks and I
picked up a bag of dried salted edamame to try.

Home, lunch after 2. I wound up having a snack around 5 so dinner wasn’t
until 7. It worked out okay though. Crossword, QE, appropriately-sized
snack, bed.