And now for the items left unsaid on the last post…My second to last pair of pajama pants disintegrated just days before the big labor day fabric sales. With the ability to purchase flannel at around $2.50 a yard, I thought it was time to treat myself to some new jammies. But evidently my commitment was only tentative, because my shopping trip turned out much the way it usually does. My plan was to make myself two nightgowns and three pairs of pajama pants. Which seems reasonable enough. But as I approached the cutting table, I started to get nervous about spending money at all and specifically on myself, so I decreased the amount of, or completely eliminated, the fabric that was slotted for projects for me, while leaving the fabric that was meant for the children.
The result being that when I got home, I discovered that this green flannel, originally intended for a nightie that I was really excited about, was the only length of fabric big enough to cut a pair of women’s pajama pants out of. So I made them, with a pang of regret for the much wanted, but less needed nightgown. And as soon as they were off the machine, I slipped out of the tattered leggings I was wearing, depositing them directly into the trash, and slipped into these. I would probably be wearing them still, if I hadn’t been called upon to leave the house. And even so, I spent some time considering if they could pass for trousers.
The bottoms situation is getting a little dire. By the end of last week I was down to this pair of leggings, the afore mentioned “last pair” of not-long-for-this-world pajama pants and this new pair of pajama pants. Which does not quite seem to be enough. In desperation, I did finally try to fix the waistband on the olive leggings and managed to put a few holes in them in the process. Word to the wise: velour does not like to be unpicked. But they are more wearable than they were.
I think the problem is two-fold. One: it’s much harder to piecemeal together pants from what one might have around and, as mentioned, I have trouble investing in fabric (or clothing) for myself. Of all of my Handcrafted Wardrobe projects so far, I’ve purchased fabric for one of them. And that felt like a huge, somewhat guilt inducing, treat to myself. Everything else has been made from whatever I have around. And two: pants are boring. At least the pants I wear are. And as much as I might need them, I’d rather dream up and sew a dress or a top instead. All the same, I think it’s clear what my priority needs to be!