So, the Littlest loves music. He’ll randomly sway his head back and forth, or start clapping spontaneously with inner delight when a song pops on. We went with his Grandmother to Christmas Mass and any time the congregation would stop singing, he’d look to me fervently and sign, “More, more more more more!” More singing? “Yes!” pumped his little fist. Littlest is ready to go on tour.
But today his connection to the music world was slightly different. In my goal to release from my life projects I have been toting around unfinished for years or finish them already (the proverbial “crap or get off the pot” department), I found an old Grateful Dead shirt that had been slated for the “Momento Quilt for when I’m retired and have time” project. Pondering what an asinine destination this actually was, I decided instead to make the Littlest some sweet tie dye pants.
Because really, the window one can actually wear tie dye pants and look charming is quite small. Surely it is only when you are quite small.
Once the first cut was made, it was easier to cut through the shirt as it was no longer a virgin garment. A current pair of pants was eyeballed as a pattern. Coaxing a half-dead sewing machine, I was determined to actually finish a project…even if it meant sewing my green pants with black thread on the bobbin, red thread on the machine, and of course a bouncing boy in my lap. Sometimes, it’s just go-time and time to figure it out. This often means repressing any perfectionist gene itching to rear it’s head.
Fortunately for me, the wearer of the britches is where the charm is.
I’ll try not to save these forever…you know, not for that silly retirement project scrap quilt.