We are so incredibly surrounded by noise. Like an ambient noise that is always just within ear shot, but we can’t quite put our finger on where it’s coming from. The type of noise that is at such a low volume that it isn’t so much heard as it is felt, buzzing, vibrating somewhere within the space our bodies and minds occupy. The type of noise that leaves us both exhausted without a concrete explanation as to why, and with a feeling of needing more in hopes of drowning it in some way. Welcome to life in the digital age....
But until that happens, I’m soaking in the now. A time that seems to last forever, yet is gone in the blink of an eye. A time we quickly forget, yet often reminisce about.
We had just moved to a new town, with a new baby, a toddler that was so excited to have acreage to run and play in, and pre-teen who didn’t want to change schools - so we spent half of each day driving him back to and from his old school to finish off the year with his friends- when I started sewing these pants.
It was half because I thought my kids were so adorable in matching clothes, and half because It was nice to do something all alone at the end of the day.