*Warning - look at your own peril. It ain't pretty. I have a whole new set of body issues after stitching these jeans and looking at the pictures.*
Dear Readers, despite the evidence in these pictures, I have an ass that does not sag! Ouch. Truly, f***ing-awful fit. Seriously.
(And all of you that are screaming, Reethi - why didn't you make a muslin? Point well-taken.)
Ok, when I finished these jeans last night, here's what they looked like.
F***ing awful, right? The kind that'd would inspire anyone to throw the world's biggest tantrum, fling their machine across the room and pout for the rest of the night?
I did none. (Ok, I pouted.)
I desperately needed to salvage these. Though I'm the kind of person that never messes with a completed project, in this case, the completed project was hideous and utterly unwearable.
So, I ripped seams, and randomly basted, pinching out volume at the butt and back thigh, and experimenting till it got slightly better.
An infinitely tiny bit better. Fat day jeans.
Ugh. Just ugh. And more ugh.
I will say this though. This experience has only made me angry and motivated. I usually don't think of myself as motivated and conscientious. But - I will get this right. I will not allow a pair of (more swearing here) pants to beat me.