The pants that launched a thousand ships
Ooops, sorry British readers, that should have read, “The trousers that launched a thousand ships”. Haha.
So, the other day (incidentally the phrase, “the other day”, in my family can mean a day that happened recently or a decade ago. In this case, this day to which I am referring happened last weekend — a clarification just for specificity’s sake.) But back to the other day story… I was walking around downtown with Jack wearing my über comfy linen pants (Vogue 8584) when I was stopped in the street by a woman who told me that she loved my pants and she asked where had I bought them. I quite happily told her that I made them myself and when she looked at me blankly in an uncomprehending way, I went on to say that I had sewed them (I almost said it really slowly with really good enunciation, but that seemed a tad mean when she had actually just given me an unsolicitation.) She was so surprised, but recovered quickly and then proceeded to ask me if I would make her some.
People, I don’t know this woman from Adam. We are complete strangers. In other words, I. Do. Not. Know. Her. What?!?! Will I make her some pants? Sure, let me just pull some fabric out of my own stash, use the pattern I altered to fit me, spend hours cutting it out and sewing it, and then hope it fits her body. Sure… Why not?
What the ? Come on people. Seriously?
I know I’m over-reacting a little here. But come on. Are people really that clueless about sewing and what’s involved? Granted these pants are really simple to make, but I would definitely need to fit another person. I can’t just go about feeling them up to find out what kind of crotch curve they have to see if it matches my pattern’ curve. Ok, ok. [End Rant]
I am super duper pleased she liked my pants though. I love them to death. Weekend wear is always a hard one for me to figure out. I want to be comfortable, but I don’t want to be frumpy. I don’t think shorts are very flattering on me and you can’t always wear dresses (they’re not very practical for hanging with a 4 yr old boy). The long line of these pants make me look taller and slimmer whereas shorts make me look shorter and schlumpier. I feel more “put together” when I dress better. And then people stop me on the street to tell me they like my me-made pants, I mean trousers. What could be better?
So have you received any unsolicitations lately? I have to admit that I just love getting them. 🙂