Showing posts with label flat front pants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flat front pants. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

These pants...

Finding it easier to sew these things.  I'm diggin' it.  For real.  And my boy models them like he's a pro.  The above photo was his choice of posture.  You handsome little devil, you.

But there's always a swing in his step, so that pose didn't last too long.

I made these at 10 o'clock last night.  It was fun.  The kids were still awake so I would shuttle up and down the basement steps to take quick measurements and fittings.

I love this type of sewing.  Quick and focused with great results!  Unfortunately, I get distracted so I will go whole days without sewing.  It's hard to dedicate enough time to this...sport hobby.

I made these particular pants out of a linen that just so happened to be on sale.  Sadly, I know that winter will not be kind to these pants.  So, in order for him to get a decent amount of wearing time, I will have to make him wear tights.  Yes, he will be wearing those warm, woolly things under these suckers.
These are so much fun.  Be on the look out for more.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Flat Front Pants

And once I get REALLY good I'm going to add those stinkin' pockets.   Flat front pockets for my flat front pants!

Got a little sewing crazy last night and started this project around 11pm.  After browsing the internet I finally found a tutorial that was comprehensive enough for this novice.  
Results:

Very cute.

A little long.  But that's because I used the wrong set of pants to cut the pattern from.  Uhg.

He didn't seem to mind, though.

I tried to be creative and chose a contrasting thread.

It worked.

Practice, practice, practice.  Although, I must say that this was one of my funnest projects to date.  Why?  Because from start to finish it was all me.  I traced his pants, cut the pattern out of old Christmas wrapping paper, picked my practice fabric, chose the thread.  I did it all on my own.  Felt kinda good to be brave.  Two hours and 1am later....I was done.  And my poor son will never know that I was measuring his little waist while he slept.  Yes, I'm such a desperate seamstress.