Elvis pants

The other night I finally finished my first pair of Treasure Pocket pants. They were one of the projects that was halted by my Husqvarna difficulties.  Last night as I was trying to convince Mr. Crafty Ave that it would be a good idea to take the Christmas lights off the tree and wrap them around the kids to take pictures Loo overheard me and started climbing onto the living room stool.

When I questioned him he reminded me that I hadn't taken pictures of his pants. You gotta love three year olds.  The white on the stool would the yogurt he had smeared all over his sweatshirt.

That sweatshirt. I promise it's not the only one he wears. You'd think it was the only one he has but this blog should be proof to the contrary. He even has some "real" clothes that he wears sometimes. You know the kind, the ones that are bought at a store and don't have random threads hanging out everywhere.

Happily he warmed up to these pants. When I showed them to him a few days ago he was quite disappointed that Elvis wasn't Obi Wan Kenobi and insisted he couldn't wear them. "They're too big mom. I can't wear them."

I'm also happy to see that I'm not alone in procrastinating all the Christmas projects I should tackle. Last night instead of doing any of the 1000 things that needed to be done, I blogged and made a real misfit of a sweatshirt for Beri.... Lots of time left...... right?