I bought a pair of shorts. I won’t say I’m admitting defeat, but after a second seam-busting exercise in humility, and the third or fourth, possibly fifth, time extending our stay at my parents’ house this summer, I decided I would not wait until being back behind my own sewing machine to experience some summertime comfort. Work for the last two weeks has been relegated to morning brain dumps while the big kids are at camp and afternoon brain scrambles while I watch them at the beach an...
