my favorite kind of mess

Sometimes I get extremely tired of the constant swirl of disaster around here.  By this I mean my children’s tendency to need to play with their whole body causing a tornado of debris to fly behind them at a constant rate throughout the day.  Plain and simple, it’s a mess.  When whining to my mother about my woes, she reminded me that when I was little it was similar.  Yeah, yeah I thought.  But then she brought up a really good point.  The projects.  The crafts.  The experiments.  My inclination to create didn’t start as an adult, I have always been a soap making, worry doll wrapping, jacket sewing kind of girl.  (I have never been all that good at any of my hobbies mind you, but I always enjoy the process)  Needless to say, this habit of mine was (and is) not one of organization.   And while I have gotten a bit more diligent in the cleaning up process, it is still an effort.  I can only imagine what the remains of some of my projects looked like as a child.

Either way, this is the type of mess I suppose I always expected as a mother.  The dumping everything out everywhere you go variety wasn’t on my radar, and I am still learning to be tolerant of this seemingly destructive mess making technique.  But today, I got my wish.  I had a sit down and craft day with my boy.  Let me repeat that a SIT DOWN and craft day with my boy.  Yes, that’s right, he sat down, listened to sparkle stories while his little brother napped, and needle felted.  It was so fun.  And this was his creation.

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Pretty cool if you ask me.

little blue up-cycled leggings

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I am not an expert.  There are probably thousands of excellent tutorials you could scrounge up that would be much better than what I would put out, so I will spare you.  Besides they are crooked.  But I will dare you to find a cuter belly that they are snuggly fit around.  That, my friends, would be impossible.

These pants are as cozy as they are fancy.  For they are pure cashmere.  Oh yes, I was able to score a cashmere sweater at the old thrift store and slice and dice and stitch until I got these.  I dare say they are beyond adorable.

I am not sure the soaking ability of cashmere, and I don’t intend to find out.  So, these will not serve as a diaper cover for overnights, these will remain just lounging pants.  Who am I kidding, if these boys wanted to wear them to the Taj Mahal I would abide.  Truly though they are too little yet to care for the particulars of their outfits so, it would only be mama to blame if they were underdressed for such an occasion.

Give it a go!  Make some clothes.  I have little to no background in sewing, and not even the time or patience for irons or patterns.  So if with these skills I can complete such sweet adorable outcomes, than it is clear, anyone can!  And stitching up something you yourself or your loved ones can wear is pretty rad I must say.  The feeling of accomplishment, of something from nothing, is awesome.  You can be sure ten thousand other people are not walking around in blue cashmere leggings, and as far as I am concerned that is a win right there.

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