Well now, I wasn't exactly inundated with ideas for the Terry Towelling but for those who did offer up a suggestion or two I am grateful and will endeavour to make some of them (and the offer still stands should you want some).
Now, I get to show you all why I am not friends with my sewing machine and why I am trying to work on our relationship.
Like all great relationships communication is the key. Open, clear, effective communication. The problem is though, I don't speak sewing machine and I don't think that the machine speaks frustrated non sewing machine using- potty mouth either.
All in all for a girl that hand sews and needle felts, who doesn't know how to read a 'pattern' (and wants to know why you don't get instructions with them) I think these pants turned out reasonably well.
I realise I have a significant challenge ahead of me in order to improve my sewing skills but who knows, the next pair of duds may even have a straight 'bot' pocket, even width legs that don't clean the floor as Miss M swans about in her "crazy pants"!
Got to start somewhere though hey?
'Twas nice to have Miss M sidle on up to me and say "Mummy, I lub my crazy pippiwillow pants".
The ambience of feeling pleased with myself (errors and all) and the palpable appreciation (squeezing cuddle being given to me) was shattered by the following request, "but next time can you make me a skirt and a dress and some socks and a fairy dress that's got wings and orange pippi'-pants with front pockets at the side and two bot pockets on my bot"......Whoa there little Miss M, one disaster at a time I always say...