Hi-ya. So that took a little longer than expected (as do most things in my life at this point.) The other night, whilst stapling the L-shaped tear in my lounge pants shut, I decided it was time for some new ones. It's sad that it got to that point, isn't it? Don't ask why I didn't just sew the tear in the old lounge pants. Stapling seemed quicker and more logical, although the staple weaseled it's way out by nights end, so clearly that was no better solution. But it was quicker than having to change the thread in my machine. You know I've had those lounge pants forever. Every time Chris witnessed me in them, he'd ask why I didn't just buy some new ones. I have people. And they shrunk and yaddy-ya-ya. I'd seen these Amy Butler lounge pants popping up all around blog-land for a while and it was one of the last things on my to-do list before the baby comes. I thought they'd be perfect for taking to the hospital, etc. Plus they were all wide-leggy and comfortable looking.
I had some old vintage sheets that I wanted to make them out of. The first pair, were these white ones with blue flowers. They have about a 2 foot border of flowers and the rest is this crisp white cotton. They are sooo soft.
The second were these pink ones with pink roses. I picked up this sheet at a thrift shop when I was in Utah in February. I just love the print and thought they'd make the most perfect lounge pants. The great thing about using sheets for these particular pants is that they are the perfect weight for summertime. Light and airy, comfy and cozy.
The great thing is, if you match the pattern up right, you can line-up the bottom of the pant leg with the border of the sheet and avoid having to hem them (one of my least favorite things.) I was so thrilled and spent the evening extending out the pattern (the pieces in the book are small and so you'll need freezer paper to extend them for the length), cutting, sewing, catching up on TiVo, getting more and more excited for my new lounge pants. Sacraficing my sleep for said lounge pants. Working my little fingers to the bone until well after midnight. I was so excited to try them on, so I did.
Bad idea.
Very bad idea.
Even worse idea at 1:30 a.m.
Note to self: Don't make clothes when you are 10 months pregnant, especially when they are in your pre-pregnancy size. Seriously what was I thinking? I'll tell you what I was thinking. I was thinking that they looked very generous and loose-y goosey in size and that they'd surely fit. Never mind the 50 pregnancy lbs I've gained (did I just say that out loud?) 50 lbs. Does that really have an effect on your clothing size? For reals? You mean I'm not just 50 lbs of belly? I should start preparing myself now, that I won't be having a 50 lb baby? Now you know why the pictures are taken from the knees down. I couldn't get them past my giant rear-end (or thighs, or belly or..okay anything north of my quickly disappearing knee-caps.)
Heidi says, "Hey, at least you'll have something to motivate you to get that baby weight off."
Looks like I'll be seeing you in 2009, lounge pants (if I'm lucky.)
