When one has been previously spoiled . . .

. . . by always having a sewing machine, it is surprising how sore the index finger and thumb of the working hand can become bgvvvvbvgggggg

(That last bit was Vimes' contribution to the blog. Give him a hand - he's not even one, and successfully blogging!)

I'm currently shortening a pair of trousers I never wear (featuring as they do unfashionably wide legs, which would be fine, except that they are also too short for my legs, making my limbs look stumpy and amputated, neither of which are true.) into a pair of jaunty knickerbockers. Pictures to follow, of course.

Shame. If only I had a pattern and some more time, I could put together a vest from that red upholstery fabric of my brother's chair and have a cute tomboy outfit to add to my steampunk wardrobe.

Post-script: A mere three hours and they are complete! I'm afraid the pictures may take a bit longer, however, since they don't look very good just laying on the floor, and it's dashed difficult to take pictures of one's own trousers while one is wearing them! So you shall have to wait until my DBF is home to help.

So here are the pics, photography by DBF:



And I swear, my rear looks much better in person:



Just cutting, pleating, and sewing, et voilà!