This week, I'm busy sewing pants for myself. I forgot I can sew. I used to sew clothes for my My Little Ponies:
After attaining that specific and useful skill, I think it's rather legitimate that I forgot I can sew.
Inspired by my favorite pair of pants, that date back to 1999(!), I hauled out my sewing machine and started to work on Monday.
First, I sewed a trial pair of pants. Just to make sure I could do it. They were too small. Ah-hem.
Then, I adjusted the pattern, and sewed a real pair. They are still a little too big, even though I tore them apart and re-stiched them once to make them smaller. I tend to like my clothes "relaxed," so I'll still wear them.
(Here is where I COULD insert a photo of the myself in the pants, but then: 1) I would feel obliged to take a flattering photo of the myself looking thinner than I do in real life wearing the pants and 2) you would feel obliged to tell me that they look good and 3) let's just skip all that formality, right? and 4) I didn't sew them to impress anybody but rather 5) I just wanted a pair of pants that fit AND 6) too-many-photos-of-me on this blog makes me feel marketed which is 7) something I'd like to avoid.)
I made them with this discounted, moss-colored wool, and lined them with magenta silk. Why? Just because I could. And the price was right.
Also, there's something marvelous about having a surprising, secret, bright colored lining in clothes.
Tomorrow, I'm going back to the fabric outlet to get more fabric.