...i went a little crazy diving into my fabric scrap bin.
Jed was sticking to his refusal to wear anything but the softest comfiest clothes. No jeans. No store bought cords. Any attempts at negotiation on my part elicited sqwawking and 'No Mama, you need to respect my boundaries here'. Fair enough. But what to do? Bit cold for nude dudes here at the moment.
The solution was two fold.
First, i reckon clothes and food are two common areas where kids exert control, especially at this age. Food we have no problem with and clothes? Well, really i think soft and comfy is just fine. Mostly how i dress anyhow. I let go, in other words. Put to rest all those beautiful thrifted goodies and said he was in control, of course. How not. It is his body and he knows what feels best.
Second, Happily, Mama-made trousers made the cut and are worn almost exclusively.
So, i asked Jed to choose his fabrics and craftily trying to get him to form a bond with his trousers, i made another pair of lounge pants and appliqued them with a rocket. The widelegged soft vintage corduroy ones i added pockets and a tree, 'in autumn with its leaves starting to fall' as requested.