I came home from work. I cut. I pleated. I pinned. I got to my machine and had a look through my cottons in their little tray.
And of course, none of them even nearly matched the fabric I picked. The fabric that was way more difficult and slinky than the pretty pink stuff. And not as pretty.
I'll be sulking in my electric blanket watching how it's made if anyone wants me.
(Okay, but looking on the positive side, matching and pinning the pleats is the hardest bit of the whole thing, and that's over and done with at least.)