I have been keeping it a little bit quiet, but I have been sewing myself a pair of wide leg trousers.
As you may recall from earlier posts, due to a childhood trauma (caused by my complete crapness at the art), sewing and I do not see eye to eye. Since those days I have studiously avoided it whilst keeping an envious eye on those who knew how.
Anyhoo – in the last few months the feeling has crept upon me that it might just be possible that my earlier crapness may have just been callow youthfulness and maybe, just maybe, I might not be quite so ham fisted as I thought.
Queue visit to material shop with Phillipa my birth mother (the adopted mother being far too impatient to teach me). Cloth purchased, extremely simple pattern chosen, I made a shaky start and have, over the last couple of days, managed to put together a recognizable pair of pant. The trouble is they are huge – really huge. I could fit another person in with me without wrestling. Queue gales of laughter as I tried them on.. (and no, you are not seeing a photo).
Still, better too large than too small huh? And Phillipa is visiting me tomorrow so a little remedial tutorial may be the order of the day 😉
I will show you a photo when they are presentable.