As it turns out, the simplest days can turn out to be the most frustrating.
I believed that my day would have consisted of hemming my shirt, giving a final press to all of my garments, then working on my patterns. Oh no, that was not to be true. After moving the bust darts, that ended up being 3cm higher than they should have been, putting in my zipper twice, and realizing that the only melon the neckline fits over is my own (which is the size of a typical 3 year old), it turns out that the agenda for my night is now to hem my shirt.
I will laugh as to not cry...