So, it turns out that I did actually buy a sewing machine, and it came yesterday.

Now, because I am drunk, I am watching Absolutely Fabulous, clad in nothing but underwear, attempting to derive a pattern for a pair of pants.  Currently, I have one leg constructed out of muslin that is very David Bowie-esque, as in…it shows everything.

It probably goes without saying that I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing when it comes to making pants.  However, I will fucking finish these and they will be fucking amazing.  Because the vodka said they would be.