I've decided to feel genuinely grateful that the universe wants to give me every opportunity to internalize this pattern alteration process.
Meet the beginnings of muslin 3.5 (those green lines represent where the next test garment's seam allowances differ from the, now sliced up, current one):
I just can't bring myself to call it muslin 4.
I honestly think I might have a nervous breakdown if I have to draw all of those markings one more time. Though it does occur to me that I can do whatever I want.
Fuck it. I've got the grainlines running straight and the HBLs are level. Next round, I'm not drawing the seam allowances. I REFUSE.
I was all smug and ready to move to the real fabric when I talked to S on the phone. She asked me to send her a pic of me wearing the muslin, arms raised over my head. I told her I didn't think that was actually viable (but I didn't care).
Turns out I care.
Of course, once I redraft the armsyce (and tinker with other seams), I'm gonna be all back to scratch on the sleeve.
Which is why I'm so pleased that the universe knows I'm up to it.
I feel very special.