I just totally fucked up on a pair of pants I was making for the girl. Fucked up beyond repair. Well, I shouldn't say fucked up, because who knows, maybe one day I'll meet a four year old with one massively deformed leg and she will think that I was so generous because I took the time to make her these one of a kind pants.
To make matters worse, it was this fabric:
I KNOW!!!! How cute would those pants have been?
There are a few reasons for the fuck up. One being, I get interrupted a lot. By the kids, the phone, the doorbell, the dog, etc. The interruptions probably wouldn't be a big deal if I knew what I was doing. But I don't, as you know. So whenever I do a sewing project, or anything for that matter, there is a lot of stopping and starting. Reason number two is that I got cocky and at one point thought I could "wing it." HA! The third reason is that I think I was trying to make these pants with less fabric than required. Which explains the one teeny tiny leg. And ya know, as I was doing it, I was thinking to myself, This is seriously fucked up. Yet I continued. And that is what makes me an idiot.
I really wanted to make my daughter some pants. The weather is getting cooler and she can't wear skirts all winter. I had these visions of her having a winter of handmade clothing. At this rate, that probably will not happen.