If I could wear flannel pajama pants in public or to work I would. Honestly people, if you wear those pjs out in public we all judge you. And it’s not pretty. Luckily (for the world) I feel compelled to wear some sort of outwear in which to run about.
What makes me want to risk public humiliation is the yummy comfort of my flannel pj pants. I’ve been making these for donkey’s years, so many of those who know me have a pair. Male, female, animal, vegetable – I’ve made lots of them. I only drafted one pattern, so all the people in the world have no choice of size. Well really, they have no choice of fabric or print either, but whatev.
Today’s batch of pj pants are cotton flannel (of course). The bottom pair is covered with cowboys and cowboy paraphanelia and has the words “Giddy Up!” hither and tither. The second pair is covered in squirrels, wait for it, holding nuts. Positive and negative space squirrels and nuts. Serious freaking comedy.
See what happens when it gets cold in my world? Scary time!