same pattern, different fabric. i also added about a quarter inch to all the seams from the waist to the upper thigh. this resulted in the pajama pants being a little too big! the next time i make this pattern (& there will definitely be a next time; i have several yards of flannel lying in wait on my sewing table), i’ll just add an eighth of an inch & see where that gets us.
the story behind the photo: i was putting laundry away (which is why there are diapers all over the bed–they’re clean, never fear) & ramona wanted to hang out with me. we wound up doing some stretching together.
jared took the pictures.
i bought two & a half yards of flannel to make these pants, but the cutting layout in the book still didn’t work for me. i don’t know if that’s because i added fabric to the seams or what. it was lucky that i had to cut five & a half inches off the hems because that was the only way i could get all the pattern pieces to fit. & even so, i had to do a much narrower hem on these than i did with my last ones.
i also had a lot of problems with my safety pin popping open while i was feeding the elastic through the waistband casing. that sucked because i hate feeding elastic. it’s murder on my hands. so i kept getting halfway done & then the pin would open & i’d have to pull the whole thing out & start over. ugh. but i guess it’s worth it for snuggly jammies.
i told jared that i think these pajama pants turned out even better than my first pair & he laughed. i asked what was so funny & he said, “i just imagine that you’re going to make a new pair of pajama pants everyday until you achieve the platonic ideal of pajama pants.” is that such a terrible idea?
i’ve been on a real sewing jag this week. i’ve already made some other stuff that i will blog about once i get photos. (maybe actually outside in decent light this time! i don’t really care about having high-quality bloggie award photos, but there’s also probably a limit to how many people have been dying to see photos of me lolling around in a pile of laundry with my toddler in a dimly-lit room.) all the sewing i’ve been doing is jacking up my neck & shoulders, so i think i’m going to take a break over the weekend. & think seriously about somehow procuring a real sewing table that is an appropriate height for my needs. i have enough chronic pain without a crappy folding table making things worse.
i also still have a dress i’ve never blogged. or worn. i think it’s my first real sewing fail. it’s wearable. i just don’t like it. so look forward to my eventual post exploring what went wrong there.
on the topic of bloggie award-level blogging, i sometimes get emails from companies/organizations that want me to do sponsored posts. but they’re never from, say, a fabric shop wanting to give me free fabric to sew something awesome. once it was some company that wanted me to blog about how water aerobics is a super-great low-impact work-out for the elderly. most recently, i got something from an organization wanting me to blog about the importance of properly disposing of unused medication. so apparently i really have the AARP demographic eating out of the palm of my hand. all you oldsters should really invest in a water aerobics class & make sure you take your unused medications to one of the organizations in your town that will help you dispose of them properly.
seriously, water aerobics is great. even if ross gellar isn’t in your class. (this is a real piece of art that i own & hang in my home.)
anyway, the weekend is upon us & we have no idea what to do with ourselves besides take ramona to the library in the hopes that she will give us a break from constantly reading “cats’ night out” to her twenty times in a row. the library has a table with trains & duplo that can keep her occupied for long stretches sometimes. we went to the library last weekend & she fell off a chair & landed on her face. she still has a giant green bruise on her forehead from it. the worst part is that i was sitting right next to her, & even looking at her, when it happened, & i still didn’t manage to catch her before she hit the floor. i don’t even know how that happened.
here she is modeling some dish gloves. she looks kind of sad about it, but she put them on herself.