When my middle daughter was little she used to mispronounce the word, remember, as mender. I loved it for all the reasons a parent finds their child's quirky takes on things endearing. I still occasionally turn to her and ask, "Mender when...?"
Well, in that spirit, mender when I said I was going to make a skirt just like these, but in my own fabrics?
You mender that? Well, I did, kinda, sorta.