The more I wore the red shirt, the more flaws I found. One, the fake second layer wasn’t useful to me. The white panel’s neckline didn’t lay quite right, and the white hemline was shorter than the red hemline. When I wear a camisole underneath a shirt, the cami becomes either a protective shield for the outer sheer or flimsy shirt or a belly guard if the outer shirt is short in length. Rarely do I ever wear a camisole, thinking, “Hey, I think I should wear a cami under this T-shirt because I just can.” I wear camis for a purpose.
The second issue I have with the shirt is the sleeves. I like the idea of changing the sleeve length anytime I want, but I’ve always worn the shirt with the sleeves rolled up and buttoned. Once I put the shirt on, I don’t want to spend five to 10 minutes fiddling with the sleeves. Sounds petty and lame, but I’m a “throw on the clothes” kind of girl. If I have a little bit of time to spare, I’ll twirl around a few times in front of the mirror.
With some time on my hands and my sewing machine still out of order, I sat my tush down in front of the television during a Modern Family marathon and pulled out my needle and thread. I cut off another edge piece from my stash of lace, giving me a ready-made hem! I snipped out the white panel because the neckline wasn’t that low anyway. I hand stitched the lace trim to the hem of the shirt.
I cut off some of the sleeve length and rolled it into a cuff. I hand stitched the cuff in place so I didn’t need to fiddle with it every time I threw the shirt on. I removed the buttons and reattached them a little higher on the sleeve. And the end result? I LOVE IT! I love the red shirt so much more than the original. No more fiddling with the sleeves. The hemline is a bit longer. I’m so proud of myself and my vision.