The Knitting Pirate

The pockets have been redone (twice, in the case of the front pockets) and I’m up to seaming. Again. I’ve tried three times and have failed to create a seam that can be seen from the outside of the pants. Don’t know what I’m doing wrong, but I can hear the ghost of my great-grandmother over my shoulder, saying, “You *want* the seams to show, darling? That’s… strange.”

Great-Grandma was a seamstress. She could go into a store, look at a dress from all angles, and recreate it at home. I’m sure her seams never showed. From her, passed down through the generations, I learned the importance of having a printed pattern match up at the seams, and how to tell a well-made garment from one that would disintegrate in the wash. Unfortunately, I did not seem to inherit her ability to think in three dimensions, and I’m at a complete loss as to how to put these pants together. YARRGH.

This niece, who is still not born as of right now, will be named for Great-Grandma. When she’s old enough, I will teach her to knit, and maybe she will intuitively understand what I do not. Then she can show me how to seam her own [expletive omitted] pants.