Wow, I can be warm AND comfortable AND I can use my arms? Strike me dead. How did anyone do anything in a cold house and stay warm before the advent of the snuggie?
With housecoats. Beautiful, ladylike housecoats. Or in my case, a snuggly warm one I threw together as an experiment. No front tie, I thought it might be overkill. I scavenged the blue facing peeking around the CF from Lydia’s corpse. I mean, skirt. From her skirt.
Puffed sleeve head supported by net, but comfy enough for lounging. In these photos, I’m wearing regular clothes underneath.
The skirt feels deliciously glamorous, even in purple flannelette. I shortened the sleeves by 2″.
I suspect the back would fall in prettier folds had I paid more attention to the cutting. Speaking of cutting, I paid a hairdresser to cut off the mess I made of my hair. I don’t want to talk about it.
The back is fuller than the front, which is cut almost flat. Hem bias bound. I love my binding foot, it’s a breeze.
Can’t twirl in a snuggie. What lifts the spirit like a good twirl?
I have a weakness for odd old-fashioned loungewear. This will be the next in that vein; as much as I want to start it yesterday, I need to knock out some more quick utility sewing. A minki tiger housecoat for my girl, hemp fleece lounge pants for the man, and I keep thinking I’ll venture into panty-making. They’re outrageously expensive here.