These pants do not exist. They are a figment of your imagination.
Pay no attention to that crotch behind the droopy curtain!
Passersby! Pass on by! Ignore my high-water hem! MIND THE DERRIERE DRAGLINES!
Would that these pants were a figment of my imagination. After THREE separate attempts to take good shots, I finally realized the problem was the garment, and not the photographer. The much beleaguered man-behind-the-camera realized this well before I did. On the walk home from our third attempt, I moaned over fit issues. Ruggy mused: well oona, of course you had problems, this material doesn’t have the right drape for wide legged pants.
I stopped in the middle of the street to pick up my jaw.
Ruggy’s summation lit up a lightbulb for me. In my sewing adventures, pants are a relatively new venture. If I’d used this fabric for a dress, I would have thought on whether I should go more body con, or line it… but, just like my first dresses, these are questions I’ve yet to apply to pants. This mystery yardage has a bit of stretch (and there’s something very polylicious going on in that stretch, like, I’m talking rubber threads coming off the cut edges), but yeah, it doesn’t have enough weight to back up the stretch.
Besides which, I went a little tunnel vision with these By Hand London Holly trousers. After making them up in a medium weight cotton sateen, it seemed that all I needed on my next try was a slight raise of the crotch. During fitting, things seemed to be working out. And it was my second go at it, so surely I was destined for success! I flat felled! I topstitched! I steam blasted seams! I embellished the bejesus out of them!
I’m falling in love with embellishing. I created this little angular guy the very first day Gorgeous George landed on my desk, with the Stitch Creator function (this basically lets you create/combine/edit stitches to make your own custom ones). And when I decided each column needed MOAR GOLD, I pulled up the exact number of copies I wanted, and added them to the top of each row. I kept it all straight with George’s newest partner in crime: the multi line foot.
HOW COOL IS THAT?!! It’s like a mini invisible quilting ruler! I was seduced into a charmed meditation of unfurling gold rayon lines. How I loved watching George hum along! THESE WOULD BE THE BEST PANTS IN THE HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE!
But, yeah. Delusions of grandeur, reality bites.
Although “there is no crying in sewing” is a golden rule of mine, apparently, where these pants are concerned, there is also no sleep. Two nights in a row, I woke up around 3am and could not lull myself back to dreamland for the thought of the droopy pants lurking on my desk. So I let my sleepless brain work on a solution instead. Dawn of the second morning found me with scissors in hand, and a maniacal gleam in my eye. I cut those wide embellished legs apart, and decided to show some leg of my own with Vogue 8773.
Better, eh?! What’s that? But what does the waist look like, I hear you cry? Well, better than it did…
During one of these tossing and turing nights, I dreamt that rain had washed away all of the chalk from this decorated facade, and had also magically washed all of the fit wrinkles away from my garment. Nice dream…
Yeah, not completely smooth sailing, but I’m way happier with it.
And sleeping better, too. (Though a few of those chalk additions might keep me up. Why exactly are we doing wolves?)
Have you ever had a dramatic, insomnia-induced total project redo?
MARCY HARRIELL Oonaballoona
I’m oonaballoona (oona for short) aka Marcy Harriell (Marce for short). But I’ll answer with wild abandon to any name you call me…especially if you’re calling me to cocktails. I started sewing when I started blogging, during a temporary trek to tinsel town. Before the move to Los Angeles, a wise friend advised: Get a hobby. Blogging kept family close…sewing kept my sanity intact! Eight years later, back in New York, this “hobby” has turned into an obsession. When I’m not acting (the civilian side of oonaballoona) I’m stitching in the city, right next to my very best friend Ruggy.
Sewing machine: PFAFF® creative™ 4.5
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