This tale begins with me trying to be uber-mom for L3, without him even asking. This is red-ribbon week in the schools, and at his school they do a different theme for clothing every day this week. Today’s theme was, “wear as much red as you can!” Okay, then. L3 has a red t-shirt, no problem. I kept thinking, “It’s too bad he doesn’t have red pants.” Then I looked at the bottom of my sewing desk at 8pm last night to notice that I have some red fleece cut out for a pants pattern for L3, purchased at the end of August. (We won’t even talk about that!) Of course I thought, “Hey, I’ll make those for him tonight to surprise him in the morning!”
After the kids were all tucked into their beds after oodles of story time and lullabies I dragged my sewing machine (which is really quite light), fabric, and all needed accessories downstairs to the dining room table so that 1)I could spread out and 2) I wouldn’t bother above mentioned cherubs as they drifted off into dreamland. (hah!)
I start the project, sew pieces together incorrectly and then put them aside to sew the other half of the pants together the right way. Make my way back upstairs for a seam-ripper (how could I have forgotten that?) and deal with an L3 who just can’t seem to get to sleep (hmm, maybe it’s the legos you insist on bringing to bed with you, my sweet?), and return to the pants. Seam-ripping fleece sucks. There really isn’t any nice way to put it. But I did it, and for awhile had no other problems. I opted against putting 3 pieces of elastic in the waist band, actually fit the elastic to L3 because he was still awake, and then proceeded to work on hemming the legs. It was thick (yes, it’s fleece, I should have expected this). I was finishing up the first hem, back-stitching it at the end, when CLUNK, SNAP, BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!
My needle broke (a new one I had just put in for the project), with part of it jammed in with the feed dogs, the fabric didn’t want to come out, the error message was that the thread was tangled and the motor stopped because of that, and the bobbin case was completely rotated around so that I could not get the bobbin out to detangle the thread. I wanted to cry. L1 was at my side in an instant and helped me get the needle and thread out and put the bobbin case right. The other pant leg was sewn with no mishaps, although a great deal of breath-holding on my part.
The end result? A pair of pants that my boy was so happy to wear this morning. (Hopefully a picture later!) As for me, I cringe at the thought of making the other pair of fleece pants that I have already cut out, and am wondering whether I should invest in some safety glasses to wear while using my sewing machine.
Pants in action!