The sketch is the easy, exciting part; then comes the muslin that fits nobody, seams you unpick at midnight, and a sleeve that puckers no matter what.

Drafting a pattern from a flat idea is fiddly and full of math you didn't expect.

But pulling on something you drew, drafted, and stitched yourself, that actually fits, is a particular kind of proud. You'll wear your mistakes and learn to like the imperfect ones.