When finishing the sleeves, I wanted to use an animal print, but realized I had used that scrap for something else. I had another scrap that already had a hem, all I had to do was cut off the hem with enough seam allowance to sew onto the shirt. Easy!
Well, I don't like looking at light shades of brown - sand, khaki, taupe, and company. As I worked on the sleeves, I felt myself getting grumpier and grumpier. Then I realized why. Even though I can see the aesthetic acceptability of the brown against the blue, the thought of wearing it made me want to scream. What on earth was I doing creating a custom garment with colors I can't stand?!
It definitely looked like something and I wasn't sure I wanted to wear it until I figured out what. I went about my evening, but kept peeking at the shirt, trying to figure out what was nagging me and begging myself not to decide it looked like a clown shirt because I really like the fit and really dislike making neckline finishes.
Then while reading Star Wars Scoundrels, it hit me. The blue shirt with the black peeking out at the neck is reminiscent of a Starfleet medical officer's uniform. Oh. Is that bad? In other words, will it get me laughed at?
Except, I like Star Trek. Resisting the urge to manufacture a brooch to wear in place of a communicator or to find a way to attach rank pips to the collar, I wore this shirt to work with my normal winter work bottoms - black trousers and black boots.
By then, I was into the Star Trek connections, so I couldn't play things cool. I had to ask around until I found someone who watched the show enough to recognize my homage. So, yeah, maybe I am getting myself laughed at, but I will be wearing this again next week (and hopefully getting a picture).
As for the pattern, I want to trace the disparate pieces into one pattern and see if I can duplicate the results I got here. Next time, however, I hope to use fabric with the silky drape normally associated with a woman's business shell blouse.