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Sometimes you spend money and effort and time incalculable on a project for a child, and they are unmoved by it. Sometimes you throw together something quick and necessary, and it becomes the #1 Best Most Loved Favorite Thing That Accompanies Them Everywhere Until It Is Destroyed By The Sheer Force Of Their Adoration.
Meet Ithilien’s alligator pants. Or what’s left of the seat of his alligator pants, after nearly 3 years of weekly or better wear for the rough-and-tumble kinds of activities which small children find most appealing.
Frankly, I think they held up really well considering they are just linen and muslin and a few errant patches of baby wale corduroy. But now they are no more.
In fact, they met their demise about two months ago, when Ithilien slid down the boulder next to the chicken yard for the bazillionth time. And he was completely distraught when I told him that they were too far gone for the mending basket– not only were they worn transparent in the seat and the cuffs, but they had a permanent crease where I’d let out an earlier hem, and they were size 4T on a child who is now wearing 6/7.
I promised that we could make new alligator pants. And he said, tears still shining on his face, “I want them to be soft and fuzzy like my favorite gray pants.” Which are, of course, some synthetic fleece sweatshop-produced crap that my parents bought at Target when Númenor unexpectedly needed back-up pants while staying with them.
I hemmed and hawed and tried to convince the child of the merits of wool flannel and the all-seasons practicality of midweight linen-hemp canvas and briefly considered buying $24/yard organic cotton sweatshirt fleece in a green he didn’t think was alligatory enough before finally caving in and buying a yard of bright green polyester fleece.
I hate it so much I think I might die.
But Ithilien loves it.
And I’m trying to see the bright side: at least it’s warm. It was cheap. It won’t fray. It looks okay with the patches and accent pocket from the old pants. I won’t lose it in the laundry. My parents can machine wash and dry it if necessary.
Oh, the things we do for love.
I’m using Rae’s Parsley Pants pattern in size 6. I know she designed it for woven fabric, but I’m a rebel (and the previous alligator pants were Parsley Pants). I’m not linking to the cheap polyester fleece, and you can’t make me.