I love corduroy.
My love is deep and true and full of history.
Full of chocolate brown flare pants at 8 when I got my first dirt bike
(one that made the boys on the street quake with envy).
Full of pencil cases,
and the perfect pre-teen tote bag before 'tween was a word.
So when I had some scraps left from a kid project
(Earl the Chicken)
I was forced to make them into pants.
verrrrrrrry ridiculously short pants that need some bottoms
'cause despite my hopes and dreams
it's COLD here now!
I have a love also for super tactile upholstery fabric.
So basically these pants are one big invitation to give me a pat.
All raised velvet and strokey cord.
Basically I'm screaming out like a house cat.