My Ginger jeans are done! The final stages made me feel physically ill. Would I ruin everything with a badly placed belt loop, a smashed up rivet or a bar tack gone wrong? In fact, I abandoned bar tacks early on in this process. My machine was not happy making them.
As soon as the jeans had been completed they were dragged on and Ella and I flung ourselves out of the front door for a walk. These babies stand up to multiple bending over to retrieve a ball abandoned for something more exciting. Oh, look – a squirrel! Oh, look – a goose! Oh, look – a pair of jeans!
Ella thinks she’s about to get a treat. Ella is wrong.
So, how do I feel on completion of these babies?
Relieved. I was really anxious about something going wrong, after so much work.
Thrilled. They’re fantastic! The high waisted version really suits my body shape and I very much appreciate the opportunity to tweak fit, especially around the waist. Gaping jeans at the back waist, be gone!
Exhilarated. I made jeans. An actual pair of jeans. An actual pair of jeans that fit!
Improved. I learnt something new and I was prepared to share that every step of the way. To truly embrace creativity you need to be prepared to fail and you need to be braced for making a fool of yourself. That’s why I think most genuine creatives are the bravest people I know. It takes guts to make something and share it.
Not There Yet. These are far from perfect. The topstitching was a killer, even with my workhorse Bernina. But hey, really not gonna beat myself up too much.
Will I rush to make a second version? Not quite yet. I need a palate cleanser. I also need to find just the right denim. But, yay! I made jeans! Would you make some? And why aren’t there more Victorian kitchen maids in sewing blogs?