These trousers were nearly the end of me.
I unpicked the entire freaking things twice. This involved A LOT of swear words. Even more than usual. Now I’m Scottish and we take swearing to a whole other level. You could be excused for thinking it is a national past time – its not though. More its just a way of enriching our already rich and varied vocab. Don’t believe me? Just listen to Billy Connolly.
Anyhoo back to my *insert swear word here* trousers. Goodness knows why I made such a hash of these. I wanted to use this Ugandan kitenge fabric I picked up in January but it was too thin so I bought some plain white cotton to line them. My first and second attempts were to make 2 pairs of trousers with one pair popped inside the other to hide the seams.
First attempt: Frankly dear reader it looked like I was smuggling sausages. Waaaaaay too tight. Why why why? I’ve made trousers from this pattern on 3 previous occasions with no issues.
So i unpicked them and tried reducing the seam allowance.
Second attempt: Clown pants. Running for the bus would have been hilarious.
Balls. Another hour spent unpicking.
Third attempt: I gave up trying to make it neat inside and instead just matched the 2 layers and sewed it up. Result? They freaking fit!!
Yeeee hah! Selfie high five!
So still no idea why they didn’t fit on the first 2 attempts. They look bloody ugly on the inside but are pretty lovely on the outside which makes the pain almost worth it?!
So from here on in they are known as my *insert swear word here* trousers. Loads of other bloggers name their new items of clothing so why shouldn’t I – albeit with a Scottish twist! 🙂
Do you name your new items?