It's a good job Judith made me promise, as all my good intentions would (probably) have dissolved. I decided that I'd cut the fabric out on Sunday and have a go at sewing on Monday. I decided to take a bit of a short cut on Sunday and, instead of tracing off a copy of the master pattern, I simply used waxed carbon paper and traced directly on to the fabric. The were test trousers, not to be worn, so it didn't really matter.
It worked like a charm. I also carefully wrote "WSB" and "WSF" ("wrong side back" and "wrong side front") on the pieces, in several places. In addition - not one to do things by halves - I chalked "F" and "B" in big letters on all sides. In several places. It would be vsible everywhere, making it much easier for me to ensure I'd sewn up correctly.
So far, so very good.
On Monday, I sewed them up. Great practice in remembering the order of construction for trousers, and they didn't seem so scary. My seams were really good - I did the in a contrasting thread so I could see them easily, Because they were test trousers, I used a looong stitch so they were really quick. I realised I had forgotten to do my darts, so I pinned those.
It took hardly any gtime at all. I couldn't wait to get them on.
I couldn't get them on. In my excitement, I'd sewn all the seams. Silly me. I unpicked the back seam, and I trued again.
They didn't fit.
They were shaped OK, They were a bit narrower than I expected, but of course they would be - 5/8th seams is quite a lot off - 1 and a quarter inches off each sode on each leg. . But what I couldn't understand was that the fabric didn't meet at the top.
What on earth had happened?
Had I cut them incorrectly? Had I sewn a front to a front instead of a front to a back? Were the pattern adaptations correct?
I needed to check the trousers angainst my adapted template (to see if I'd cut them incorrectly), and then the template against the original template to see if the adaptations were correct.
In the time since I'd cut the fabric and sewn the pieces, the "cutting table" (aka the kitchen table) had become piled high with stuff. It wasn't going to be a quick clear, either (although I briefly imagined just sweeping everything on to the floor).
I decided I'd do it tomorrow (today).
I had other stuff to do in the meantime.
My day didn't get any better.