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Let's admit it.

We all have our jammies. You know them. The comfy jammies, the ones that are sexless. The ones that are soft like the cloth diapers those guys rub their ferraris with.

They've seen better days, these jammies. Yet you keep holding on to them. Maybe you think about throwing them out, but trembling, your hand goes away from the trash and back into the wash they go. Mmm, jammies. Maybe you know your dh hates them. Maybe he's said so, or maybe it's because you tend to wear them when you want him to keep hands off. Maybe it's a combo of the two.

But there's nothing like those jammies.

Ok, so maybe you decide to throw dh a bone (stop that joke RIGHT now, young lady!). Maybe you compromise--you get new fleece bottoms, and you make a pretty top, maybe even a silky sexy top. Maybe dh won't be mad, then, that you have those big ole boxy tshirt dress jammies, occasionally. Because you don't want to throw them out, right?

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Many thanks to folks on patternreview for the bust alterations. Many NOT thanks to nature for making them necessary. And much, much lower than they should've been.

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Oh and I used a blouse pattern and that worked out just fine until I realized I didn't want to sleep on a zipper. So I wound up stitching the seam as if to put in a zipper, and then I got some stretch lace and sewed the sides to that instead of a zipper. It gives just enough to get it on (conan o brien stop snickering) and yet keeps its shape. Hopefully. We'll see.


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