I'm sorry, I kind of hate myself for the title, but it had to be done.
I always forget how much hate the winter until it comes, which gives you some insight into the low level of functioning my brain has been at since bearing children. Winter does come every year, and here in Indiana winter makes itself at home for the majority of the year and yet the long hours indoors always surprise me, and not in a good-surprise sort of way.
Add to the massive winter dump that has just been given to the South Bend area the fact that Lucy has gotten the same sort of virus that the girls had a few weeks ago and was up most of the night with the shakes, cold sweats and some serious chuckage. I've never had an infant get a stomach bug before and I thought it would just be like when she spits up only a little more- but nope- it was the same as an adult or toddler throwing up, only so much more pathetic and sad.
So what does one do after a night of barely sleeping with a sick 3 month old and two toddlers afoot?
Between holding Lucy, wearing Lucy, nursing Lucy and laying with Lucy to get her to go back to sleep and occasionally tending to the other ones, I altered some pants and am now blogging about it with said sick baby on my lap. That is what one does.
I found these really classy black maternity ankle length flared, swishy, stretchy, trying-to-be-business-casual pants in my closet and decided that I could use a pair of skinny-ish blackies:
But for a mediocre sewing job such as this, that is all I needed to do most of it. I used the line-up-my favorite-pair-of-pants to the uglies method and used a few pins to know where to sew:
I also sewed up the back a bit to tighten the elastic waste band since I am pretty sure these were new back in the 1990s and were a tad worn and falling down.
Mediocre pants on a mediocre day.