"Just because I'm laughing doesn't mean they aren't really great pants"

So said by The Man.

I don't know, are they really terrible?

The Man called them clown pants. Yes, I can see that. But, still, they weren't supposed to actually evoke laughter. I was going for sort of a happy hippie patchwork theme, but instead it seems I got Bozo the Clown.

These britches are a tester pair, yet unfinished, of hipsters in regular preschooler sizes (Willow Wayfarers are for the slim set). They are intended for a size 4 preschooler but I put them on Birdie because I needed some perspective on it all.

I will finish them, put them on my young friend Mr. T, who's mother has agreed to let him model some trousers for me in exchange for actually keeping said trousers. If, after she sees this post, she calls me up to say, omg, No!, then I will know they missed the mark somewhat.

A note to any menfolk that might be peeking over their crafty woman's shoulders: Something that is handmade contains a little bit of the maker's very being inside it.  Mirth can hurt.  Even if you have to herniate an important internal organ, you must suppress any laughter at unintentionally funny projects.  If you must laugh, please avoid actually picking up the item, holding it against your body, and doing a silly little wiggle whilst singing in falsetto, 'Whoo hoo, I'm a clown baby!'  We know where you sleep.

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Now, before I go, I have to hijack this blog a bit for a decidedly uncrafty purpose.  One, though, that I am no less passionate about.

To the left I present to you the only picture I have of me skating.  I wish it was better, but that's all we get right now.  It was taken a couple days ago at a Rose City Derby Dolls (RCDD) practice.  I actually am a rookie with Oil City Derby Girls (OCDG) in Edmonton, but RCDD is my hometown Camrose, and they are just getting going.  Generally, I just skate with everybody :)

I am bring this up because this weekend RCDD is hosting a Roll-A-Thon fundraiser to pay for arena space and whatnots.  For the Roll-A-Thon, all participants will be skating around the flat track for five hours.

Five freakin' hours.

Since I've managed to get myself involved in this skating marathon, I was wondering if any of you good people would like to sponsor me for my FIVE hours of skating in support of roller derby.  To contribute a couple of dollars and help out my fellow derby ladies, click the button below and follow the instructions:

In return, I will try to get a better picture of me skating, and, if contributions are high enough, I'll post The Man nearby to try to one of me falling on my tuckus.  It's always good for a laugh from my kids, anyway.  If you want, you can also weigh in on whether or not I should actually break out my pair of fishnets for this Roll-A-Thon, since I haven't yet decided if I am going to be a classic fishnet wearing derby girl or if I will branch out into my own style.  Nothing quite like sport where as much time is dedicated to fashion decisions as actual game time.

For anybody in my area, if you would like to stop by and see what really tired rollergirls look like, drop by the Edgeworth Centre between 12-5pm this Sunday. 

Thanks to all for your support!