Pajamas

I made myself a pair of pajama pants today.

I so rarely make anything for myself that this is pretty big news.

When I brought Dana to the fabric store last week to get a few fat quarters for her tote bag, I saw this owl fabric. I tried my best to convince her to have an owl tote bag, but she would have none of it. She wanted something purple. But this fabric-it was killing me. I totally fell for it and I could not, for the life of me, think of a way a grown woman could use owl fabric.The store owner suggested pajamas and I decided she is either the world's best salesperson or some type of genius. Heck, maybe both. Then she even found me a couple of patterns to choose from.

I modified the chosen pattern a tiny bit by adding some contrasting fabric to the cuffs. And then, because I really do not like to hem, I made myself some homemade bias tape (I think that's what it's called) out of owl fabric scraps, and sewed that below the yellow.

I love these pants so much!

I have to say they are kind of big. I was so excited to make them that I didn't read the size chart very thoroughly. But I just don't even care. If it starts to bug me, I will figure out how to make them smaller. But for now, I heart them.

Can you believe how much sewing I have been doing lately? Me neither! And you know what? I have not one but TWO more sewing projects in line. Actually, maybe even three. Actually, now that I think about it, I might have four. Now I am a little scared.

Saturday Night

Lest you think I spent my entire weekend cleaning, I am sharing the photos below. Sunday was my sister's birthday and we went out Saturday night to celebrate. Yup, even me.

There were probably 20 people out for dinner, but there wasn't room for all of us to sit together. So here we have me and Dan on the left and Charity and Sam on the right. Dan is Charity's dad and Sam is Charity's husband. Note that he is not my brother Sam. My Sam came out later, so we had Sam Squared for much of the evening.

Dan grew up with my dad. His first wife, Kathy, grew up with my mom. So that means we grew up with Charity and her sister Jessica. In fact, for a while we all shared a duplex. They are non-blood family.

Me, Alex (my sister), Charity and Lisa taking a break from a wild game of ping pong. Actually, Alex was playing with her neighbor while the rest of us dodged flying balls and paddles. It was spicy.