I was invited to a grown-up slumber party. I figured I'd best not wear that nightgown which tries to strangle me as I sleep, so I ran to the store, grabbed two sets of cotton knit pjs on the gallop, ran home, flung them into a small bag. The pj party was at a house on the water---big deck, great views, boat trips, fun card games, lots of good food, neighbors dropping by, wine, talk, visiting. The 12 of us have been friends for years, so we relished an all-girl party. Some of them stayed up all night yakking. I'm a party-pooper, so I grabbed a pillow and pjs and headed off. My new pjs looked as if they had been made for one of the Little People: short legs, ending mid-calf, sleeves ending four inches below the elbow. Not good for someone taller, and definitely a bit on the cool, goose-bumpy side. I looked like I'd had a real bad laundry event involving lots of hot water. Shopping without a try-on always ends like this for me. Every time I buy a garment, I am reminded of why I like to sew. Most of what I buy winds up on the alteration pile. The pjs are going to get some length spliced in, just above the hems, both pant bottoms, and sleeves. Cotton knit is hard to find locally right now, though, so the alteration pile keeps growing. Cea
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17 years ago