And the pleats turned into...

...a birthday scarf for The Lovely Step Mum, but then The HusWife got hold of it, decided that it was perfect for him, gave me a bit of a sob story that went along the lines of "You never make me anything and you've been sewing for aaaaages now and if you really loved me you'd let me have it." So his penance for such mischief was to be model for the scarf at least. And then he did unspeakable things with it to ensure that it was indeed, his and his only. Tsk, boys.