I couldn't bear to pry open Wolf Tail 69 today, so I decided to step up my commitment to my study process—I'm floundering a bit here—and put my money where my mouth is:
I finally took my chef uniform pants to the sewing machine, pulling in almost an inch on both the inner and outer seams, and up the butt as well. Luckily, I only did one pant leg before I looked in the mirror...
Worse! Much worse. I may as well have been wearing florescent lights up and down my leg. Hideous! Better they should drape loosely, than...I don't even want to describe it!
Took a seam ripper to the thing, and now my one pant leg looks very raggedy.
I think the only thing to be done with the pants is either literally take them apart, redesign them, and put them back together—and the styling factor there is out of my league—or leave them be. I don't even want to hem them. Better they should hang as long as possible. (In case it isn't clear at this point, I'm totally short. Five foot two, eyes of blue, etc.)
Maybe I can do something with the coat.
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