I noticed a really strong, awesome girl power-vibe that morning. I ordered lunch from the Tin Shed (holy hell, San Fran sandwich: call me) and when I walked a few doors down to get it, I saw a truck right outside of the sewing shop with a huge pile of gravel that was being unloaded by two muscle girls. Walk a few steps and I see a woman dressed to the 9's doing business on her cell phone leaning up against a (probably vegan) boutique shoe store staffed and filled with young, confident-looking women. Next door was a community garden where a group of, you guessed it, women were making things beautiful. That seemed to be the theme of the day. I got my food and when I walked back into Modern Domestic, Tina was belting out a song and my classmates were reminiscing about sewing-related injuries (nothing wimpy here; think needle-in-the-eye and rotary blades over multiple digits). No boys in sight. The whole day was really fun.
Here's the process: Cutting.
Sewing. Right-sides together always feels wrong.
Straps and top-stitch.