Wednesday is the first day of classes at the Sewing Expo, and I'm signed up for a pants class with Cynthia Guffey. It said on the class description that this class is at the experienced level, which I am decidedly not, but I signed up anyhow, because damnit, I've been wanting to get some pants made for about 4 years, and it's finally going to happen. But now, I have to make a mock-up pair of pants in advance of class, which means I have today and tomorrow, which should be plenty of time but still doesn't feel like enough.
My guess is that at class Cynthia is going to spend time fitting people, and showing them how to alter their patterns based on the changes made to the mockup. Since she's already fitted me for pants when I went to the 4-day workshop with her in Louisiana, and I've altered my pattern, I should be ahead of the game (if it still fits, I have to try the muslin on and pray). But I am terrified, people. I have to go up into my sewing room, in which I spent a bunch of time last week sorting through my fabric stash and getting it a little more efficiently and logically stored, and I have to start with a couple yards of fabric and the pattern and produce pants. I have some sewing skill, but it's minimal, and the only really successful garment I've ever made (a princess seam dress for my 11-year high school reunion) was produced under the watchful eye of my mom. So, please send up a good luck prayer or thought for me today if you read this post. I promise to post photos of my pants if, no when I get them done.