This maxi skirt pattern is easy to follow and lets you sew your own maxi skirt from cute, soft, knit fabric. So comfy to wear, you will love the maxi skirt pattern. Back in high school when I was bored on a Saturday night I sometimes would sew myself a new skirt to wear to church Sunday. The thing is, my mom was never impressed by my skirts.
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