Tiny pants: They’re like lunch
A charming little fabric store opened up in my neighborhood! After working in very nice fabric store during college, I am a total fabric store elitist. I also possess the extremely useful superpower of being able to identify fabric content by touch. I can be all THAT’S BAMBOO RAYON! THAT’S A SILK-LINEN BLEND! I have saved the lives of many attractive, scantily-clad women and small, adorable children using this power. Anyway, the only place we had here in Mediocre City was a horrible chain craft place that smelled like potpourri, AND their labeling was often a lie. For example, a bolt would say linen when any idiot could tell it was a cotton-linen blend. Plus 99% of what they carried was polyester. AND THEN they moved from moderately convenient to the other fucking side of town.
All of which is just to explain why I was so excited to have a new place open. Walking distance! With an appreciation for Japanese imports and adorable grosgrain ribbon! (And they’re a Bernina dealer, Jenny! I thought maybe I’d upgrade but OH MY GOD THOSE FUCKERS ARE EXPENSIVE!) I admired the website for a while before packing up all my babies and finally making it over there.
Turns out it’s one of those places that caters to dilettante sewers who only make children’s clothes. All the patterns were for little girls, and although the fabric was all very charming, they didn’t have the things I’d need for me, like lots of black. But then I realized that I pretty much am a dilettante sewer who only makes children’s clothes. It’s been about four years since I did any sewing for myself. (Which is why I don’t deserve a Bernina.) After accepting the painful fact that I am their target market, I enjoyed looking around. I bought some adorable Liberty prints, and some ribbon with radishes, and some serviceable goods for making tiny pants for the babies: A very soft pinwale black corduroy, and a lovely denim-colored hemp. The owner asked me what I was making as she was cutting the hemp, and suggested I top-stitch the tiny pants in red, because HOW CUTE.
When I eventually got around to cutting out the tiny pants, I contemplated doing all sorts of elaborate things. I could making little bloomers with cuffs that buttoned! I could trim the pants with radish ribbon! I could add pockets in an adorable contrasting fabric! I could top-stitch in red!
And then I thought about lunch.
Back in the day, before that unknown commenter wised me back up, I’d been making all kinds of elaborate shit for Bun Bun’s lunch. And she just threw it on the floor. The more effort, the faster it went on the floor, and the more horrified her expression.
The best way to ensure that she would behave as if the pants were made of burning acid poison was to put a shitload of work and love into them. The only way to have any chance at all of her wearing them was to make them as simple as possible. So I did. Except I had to put cuffs on because I love cuffs. And a little ribbon tab to tell front from back. BUT THAT’S ALL.
And she wears them. Enough that they’re all soft and worn now, but being hemp, have not fallen apart. And Bunlet wore his once or twice before becoming too fat for them.
Check me out! I HAVE LEARNED SOMETHING ABOUT PARENTING.