My Stint as a 'Scary'

Once long ago, my young cousin dubbed a family (erroneously, I'm sure) 'The Scaries'.  Think ill-fitting sweatpants and t-shirts with lots of stains on them and poorly, if at all, combed hair. 
The other day, Maria was talking about making some yoga pants.  Well, being at the point (for quite some time to be honest) of supreme discomfort, very hot, and bigger than I EVER was with Ava so that many of my 'comfortable' clothes are not quite so comfortable ('specially since they weren't supposed to dry and I did it anyways to help them fit a little bit better - why DID I buy them so big?) - I decided to try making a pair of my own.  I can't tell you why, but sitting at my sewing machine for more than 5 minutes causes my back to ache in a way that I can't even describe but, for the sake of comfort, I forged ahead.  I was pumped to recall the surplus of jersey fabric left over from a wrap top I made and went ahead and cut my pieces.  Of course, the pants took slightly longer than 5 minutes to finish.  I had GRAND ideas of what these pants would be like - and, after finishing the hems up, I rushed to try them on. 
Let me just say, YIKES!  sometimes things work, and sometimes they DON'T.  Guess which this was?  Yep, with my poorly combed hair and these horrendously (yet supremely comfortable feeling) fitting pants...I wouldn't hold it against anyone who called me a 'Scary'.  You won't find me wearing the pants anytime soon, I was left with some poorly constructed pants and a backache that wouldn't subside.  Sigh, live and learn, right?
-Cecelia

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