More homemade underwear. This set is actually made from a shirt, which I sewed last spring. So, from raw fabric into a shirt, into underwear—talk about re-using. Now if I could figure out a way to cook it and eat it, it would be a complete cycle.
The booty pants. Boy-short style stitched with my best friend, stretch lace. A cotton gusset is sewn in there as well, you just can't see it. (Henceforth, the cotton crotch will be referred to as the gusset, because that word I just typed, I can't type again—it being such an unpleasant and funny word to me, not in a good way. We all have our issues.)
And the not-terribly-functional but very comfortable bra. I have seen these called bralettes, which sounds cute, but better for a 16 year old, I think. Again, the stretch lace is perfect here. The straps are not adjustable, because they only have to fit me and I can take them up a bit when it gets stretched out.
Again, these are made-up pattern copied from a set I had (similar to this fancy one) and it helped me justify the cost knowing I could copy it. This one just pulls over my head, no fasteners needed. I have another set to show soon, I can't seem to stop. Why is sewing my own underwear so much fun? I find it oddly rebellious and wonderfully silly. The girls think it's very funny and are now asking me, when I stop and look at one piece of clothing too long, "Are you going to make underwear out of that?" Never in a million years did I think this is what would be coming from my children's mouths.