Have I mentioned that I’m partners with the loveliest of men….a man who sews?
Tell me, dear readers, how many of you are blessed with this kind of partner?
It all started one cold winter day, eight years ago. Mister, my very tall thin fella, had another pair of cheap, too-short pajama bottoms fall apart on him. And he’d had enough.
He thought, “what if I made my own pajamas?” And, being newly armed with a vintage industrial sewing machine of German manufacture (oh, how he loves all things German and vintage, does my Mister), he got himself a pattern and some crazily patterned flannel (“I’m done with plaid I tell you… done!”) he got himself hence to the sewing machine.
After a few false starts (attaching the leg backwards, and then putting it on inside out…but we’ve all made the same mistake, haven’t we?) he proudly produced a pair of blue-upon-blue paisley pajama bottoms. They were voluminous, they were long enough, they were comfortable… he was hooked!
Over the years, my Mister has made many a pair of pajama bottoms — his favorite has just worn out over many years of faithful service…they were hot pink with baby pink & lime green crabs! — and he’s getting out the machine to make some new pairs. He’s ventured into robe territory, and made one of a vivid hot pink flannel which he is very proud of.
I think he’s even flirting with the idea of making shirts, as he bought himself a Colette Negroni the other day at Common Thread. He has a retired-Navy brother who knits, so perhaps it runs in the family?
Whereever it came from, I’m so proud of his sewing accomplishments!
And really, it’s only a man who sews who would ever dream of saying, “Honey, let’s go to the sewing machine store… it will be so romantic!”
Oh yes, I am a lucky girl.
*quote from Anne’s House of Dreams by L.M. Montgomery. I’m reliving my childhood by listening to all the Anne books on audiobook.