Buoyed by your fab comments on my trouser tantrum I set myself up last night to take the trousers in. I was feeling pretty confident and relaxed about it until… the zip broke.
I mean properly broke. Teeth missing pull tab non-functional broke. Bollox.
Its not hard to replace a zip especially when most of the seams are already opened but I really really really can’t face it just now. So, the trou are wadded up on the floor somewhere and I’m going to ignore them for a while.
You would have been very proud of me though because I didn’t stamp or cry or shout or storm or even slam any doors. The kids were in bed so I was by necessity quiet and restrained as I poured a large glass of wine and got on with muttered re-planning. Successful muttered re-planning.
A couple of years ago I attended sewing classes on trouser drafting that, until recently, I had more or less forgotten about. I knew nothing about fitting trousers at the time and the classes didn’t cover it at all so the calico I made on the last day has sat in the cupboard with the door shut ever since. Now that I’ve been through a few iterations of one lot of fitting pants and have a crotch curve that seems acceptable on me, I think I’m in a much better position to use the class notes.
My plan therefore is to draft up a pair of trou with a fly front, pockets front and back, copy the crotch curve from the pants-of-the-failed-zipper and I should be in business. All I need do now is measure myself and get on with it.
Woman! Measure Thyself.