Thanks for asking. It's a blouse...that I made BY MYSELF!
Can you believe it? Yeah, me neither. Why? Because I don't actually know how to sew clothes. Seriously, I just winged the whole thing. All I had going for me was my love of instructions. I love following a pattern. I truly believe that as long as I have directions I can do anything. Need a bomb diffused? Get me a manual and I can give you a 95% chance of not blowing us up. The other 5% I will blame on poor technical writing.
I think it turned out okay. Some of the seams are uneven and the button loops are a little wonky. But see those sleeves? Those puffy sleeves that Anne of Green Gables would be envious of? Those sleeves redeem it all. Those sleeves make me a sewing genius. Because they had this thing called a stay (I had no idea what that was), and I had to do something called under-stitching (under what?) and then the gathering. Knights of Columbus! Had there been a cliff for me to throw the sewing machine off of I would have done if because of all of that gathering. But they look sensational. I'm giddy with the joy of those sleeves.
This has completely pulled me out of my "I hate all my clothes. I have nothing to wear. I'm going to stay in my jim-jams for the rest of my life and live amongst the Tragically Ugly because there isn't a single cute article of clothing in my closet," phase. Do boys go through this phase? Or are their phases more along the line of, "How many consecutive days have I worn these jeans? 15? Is 15 too many days?" Yes, 15 is too many days.