Instead of watching the Super Bowl, I tried to make some fleece soakers for my Pie.
And by that I mean I tried to remember how to sew.
And by that I mean I watched my mom sew, and remembered how much I hate cutting pattern pieces.
So here comes the fail.
Those monster thighs weren’t there a month ago. I’m not sure what happened.
Those were a medium. I went ahead and cut an XL for the next time.
Unfortunately she was napping when I finished these (and by I, I mean my mom) so we went ahead and cut some pants, too. And sewed ‘em up. All while she was napping. We had such high hopes.
Ahh, the ignorance of youth.
And by “youth” I mean overly-excited-novice-sewers. And by “overly-excited-novice sewers” I mean me, forcing my mom to start a new project when we hadn’t even made sure that the first worked. Also cute.
Also far, far too small.
At first I was planning to just give these failed experiments away, but I’m not really sure that they’ll make sense for anyone else. I made alterations to lengthen the patterns (is it telling that I keep trying to call them recipes?) so they won’t fit like “normal”.
Also, I did the hem and the waistband on the pants, so they’re kind of sloppy. Although I used to sew a little, I managed to sew half of the waistband on the pants with the foot up, cursing the whole way that the stitch was so sloppy and loose and the pants weren’t moving under the foot AT ALL.
Maybe I’ll just save them and hope that my Pie shrinks someday.
And I’ve decided that I’m either going to have to get really good at sewing so I can custom-make her diapers, or she’s going to be wearing Depends before she’s potty trained.