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When my dad saw the lounge pants that I made for Henry he told me he wanted a pair too. I asked him what fabric he wanted and he said he didn't care, so naturally I told him that left me with no choice but to go with pink camouflage. He said "That's great! Whatever!" Honestly, there's no getting a rise out of him. Well, except for that one time I told him the clock on the old State House in Boston was 20 minutes slow because it was keeping Revolutionary War time. That he bought. Me threatening to make him pink camouflage pants didn't make him break a sweat at all.

So I looked for pink camouflage (which I really need to stop typing because I keep misspelling it and having to go back and correct it) but couldn't find any that would have made decent pants. All I found was stiff cheap cotton. But then I found orange camo in flannel. I thought it was pretty awesome. I personally love orange and here it was in camo. Cool! So I bought three yards. Then I showed it to Dave and he was all "Uuuuuuhhhhh. It's nice?" Then I got nervous.

The more I worked on them, the more I became convinced that I was making my dad the World's Ugliest Pair of Pants. And I began to feel kind of bad about it. He's my dad. He deserves a nice pair of lounge pants. I thought about making a last minute trip up to Joann Fabric to see if I could find something more suitable and less hideous but then Henry got sick and there was terrible weather and since we're giving them to him on Friday it was meant to be. Yesterday morning I took a picture of them and sent it to my mom to see what she thought:

She responded, saying "The fabric is pretty funny." That's when I realized the fabric is pretty funny, and now I can't look at the picture of the pants without laughing, which means whenever my dad wears them around me I'll be laughing. With him. Maybe.

Meanwhile, since Henry was indisposed on the couch yesterday I went ahead and used the leftover fabric to make a pair for him. For the record he hates the original pair of lounge pants I made him, which I personally believe to be made out of the coolest fabric ever printed in the history of fabric. When I pull them out he always says "NO YELLOW PANTS!" which, I mean, hello, they're not even yellow, kid, get it straight. So I didn't have much hope for the orange ones this morning when he finally decided he was ready to emerge from the cocoon of safety he's been living in the last couple of days (aka: his pajamas), but much to my surprise, he was all about his new "orange pants". Didn't fight me at all. So go figure.

Henry still looking under the weather and, amazingly, trying to escape his totally cool shirt and not trying to escape his relatively flashy pants. Like I said: Go figure.