While I was in Montana, Emma gave me what claimed to be a super easy culottes pattern. I am wary of all patterns, even those that claim to be super easy. Emma is an incredible seamstress. I’m really good at using my seam ripper.
Per usual, I ran into some snafus called: I-hate-the-length-of-culottes, I’ve-never-sewn-a-button-hole , and these-are-mighty-poofy. These culottes were a journey. Many alterations were required. They’re still bit wonky and I probably won’t wear them in public, but at least they look OK at a distance.
(One day I will photograph my sewing projects from start to finish. I promise. Unfortunately, I’m usually weeping too hard amidst piles of discarded fabric to remember to bring out the camera.)
Attempting to contain culottes’ poofy-ness.
Clearly horrified by the poofy-ness.
When sewing and life get overwhelming, I like to turn to my good friends Jay-Z and Tegan and Sara.
Through My Headphones