It's time for a confession.
For a while now I have been consumed by jeans envy. I read sewing blogs where talented women of the cloth show off their new Jalie jeans and am consumed by covetness. I have envied their perfectly fitting jeans, envied their sewing skills, envied their elongated legs and envied their top-stitching. Did those bloggers feel guilty for sowing discontent in the heart of a sewing sister? No, They were so happy in their new pants, that they didn't even care about the wrath they left in their butt-enhanced wake.
Last spring while I was researching cowls, I tried on a pair of 175.00 jeans. During the 5 minutes that I vainly admired my long, expensive looking legs in the dressing room mirror I committed a year's worth of pride. Then I took them off, wrestled with my jeans greed, and left them behind.
If I wasn't so slothful, I would have made a pair right then. Yes, I had already greedily bought the pattern, and some fabric too, if you must know. (Are you starting to wonder how I am going to weave lust and gluttony in here? Me too.)
Anyway, you guessed! I finally made those jeans. I think that finishing that quilt binding opened me up to starting a difficult new, project. Readers, I didn't tell you all I was trying to make jeans because I was convinced that I would be repaid for my former sins by a karmic fail of epic proportions, and I (pridefully) did not want to have to post a picture of my denim in the trash.
So I worked away on the seams, fly, and endless top-stitching while repeatably holding the little bits of denim up to my rump and repeating, "this is never going to fit." I stayed up late to see how the mystery would be solved. Would the fabric cover my hind end? Guess what? It did! Quite nicely too, if I may pridefully assert.
(Don't you just love how normally shy women will publically post photos of their butt in sewing blogs?)
My husband (you know, the cowboy) admired them, I even think I saw a glimmer of lust in his eyes. Or maybe that was just my imagination, because what he said was: "There's not room for you to gain one pound in those."
Lucky for me, now gluttony is now out of the question.
