Pants Progressing Perfectly

I've made some serious progress on the Beatles Lyrics Jeans (The BLJs? - um . . . nope. Don't like the sound of that.) I've finished the whole back side of the jeans and I asked my boy to try them on so I could get a sense of what they look like. I still think they're totally cool . . . but what is up with that baggy-ass look? The boy loves to wear his pants like that. The waistband is at his hips. It's a waistband - not a hipband. And he could double the size of his butt and he still wouldn't fill up the rear-end of those pants.

But anyway - the writing is pretty snazzy.

When my boy was little and wanted to pick out his own outfits, I was encouraged to allow him his freedom of expression. There were days I would shudder at his color and pattern combinations, but I let him go off to kindergarten. I remember wanting to make him wear a note pinned to his shirt that said, I dressed myself today. Now I want to pin a note to the back of his pants: The fit of these pants is in no way endorsed by nor supported by my mother.

I sure hope my boy doesn't read my blog.