I just sew in it.
There has been progress on the pinstripes, but you can't see it because the camera battery died and it hasn't finished charging yet.
Instead, I give you a photo of the ladies of the workroom: Lily, sprawled on the remains of the pinstripe, a few pattern pieces, some lining and other fabrics and, it turns out when I couldn't find them, my pinking shears. In the rear is Katie, from her perch by the ironing board. She's not quite as malevolent as she looks; red-eye reduction doesn't work well on cats.
Thank you to everyone who was concerned and outraged on Alice's behalf. She's feeling much better and her breath is downright pleasant now when she breathes on me in the morning. She's back to eating her regular food and has gotten over that sedative-induced affection that was the only pleasant part of the whole experience. She's naturally skittish and has gone back to her old ways, but since I know she's no longer in pain it's okay.