Mike. I like Mike. A lot. So much, I sewed for him.
In fact, I love this man to no end. And, it would appear he loves me; enough so to entertain, enable and encourage my crazy ideas. And, friends, there are lots. When he asked to be added to the vacation sewing list, I couldn't refuse. But I had one condition, he had to help.
As a tall but thin guy, Mike typically has to choose between a shirt that is long enough and largely oversized, or a shirt that fits his torso with sleeves that don't reach his wrists. The struggle is real.
To sew this shirt, we started with McCall's 6044, chose the size medium width, and lengthened the body and sleeves of this shirt by 3 inches each. Once we made all our flat pattern adjustments, MIKE got busy and cut out his own shirts. Yes, you read correctly! He's a good student. I showed him how to find the grain of the fabric, I explained the markings on the patterns, and I advised him to be mindful of plaid matching across seam lines. He did an A+ job. Though, I caution anyone who plans to teach an engineer how to cut a pattern against using words like, 'exact' or 'precise', for both your benefit. (LOL)
I substituted the sleeve placket with my preferred tower placket. In future versions, we will likely taper the shirt slightly beginning at the under arm to better follow the shape of Mike's body. His hips are considerably narrower than his shoulders, and he could use a bit less ease in that area.
Overall, we are both very pleased with the finished garment. Mike reports that he felt very comfortable in his new shirt. And, if I may, he looked great in it!
On this particular day, I marched Mike around Brussels in search of the best chocolate Brussels has to offer (more on that later). The shirt was a performer, even in the rain. I think the above photo caught the exact moment the rain poured from the sky. Mike's shirt and shoes aren't even wet yet. Fortunately, this was the only rain we saw on our trip, and there was shelter nearby. Mike was rewarded for his resilience with another of Brussels' culinary claims to fame. Frites, or French Fries, as we call them.
Vegetarians beware, these are no ordinary fries. They're fried twice in beef marrow, the secret ingredient. It probably goes without saying, I didn't partake. Mike assures me they are delightful and worth the stomachache he earned from overindulgence. I think the expression on his face while he was eating them says it all.