Have I mentioned that my partner is 6'5" and that I am not?
Here are the pyjama pants I made for him:
And here I am wearing the pants in the only way they fit me:
We are different sizes.

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Have I mentioned that my partner is 6'5" and that I am not?
Here are the pyjama pants I made for him:
And here I am wearing the pants in the only way they fit me:
We are different sizes.
I made pyjama pants for myself!!
Having learned a few things from my first make, I decided to try some different things this time.
The fabric is "Lumberjack heavy plaid" from Fabricland, this time in an orange plaid. Such a lovely fabric! It's a heavy 270 gsm flannel made from 65% recycled polyester and 35% cotton, brushed on one side (which is soooo soft!). It's sold as "jacketing", and the 57" (145 cm) width is great for these pants.
I'm using the paid pattern by Mimi Couture here, in size 50 (waist 90 cm / 35.5", and hips 102 cm / 40"). The pattern is quite basic: elasticised waist (no drawstring), side seam pockets, no back pocket. I bought it mostly because it was inexpensive and seemed promising, but I don't highly recommend it. It's ok, but not outstanding.
I added a drawstring, and hemmed the pants to a suitable length for my height.
I didn't like how small the original pockets were, so I drafted my own.
Original pocket:
My self-drafted pocket is a touch wider, and much deeper:
This pocket is actually toned-down a bit. My first draft was much bigger, bordering on ridiculous for someone my height. (First draft on left; second draft on right)
While my partner prefers carrying his phone in his side pockets, I prefer using a back pocket. And it wouldn't be complete without a sweary label ("Wear the shit outta me").
Positioning the back pocket was ad hoc: I asked my partner to pin the patch on the pants after I'd sewn the two legs together at the crotch, but before finishing the waistband. (As in: I put on the unfinished pants and asked him to position the pocket.) I then aligned the pocket parallel with the crotch seam. It ended up being a good height for me, but I'm not sure how best to transfer this position onto the paper pattern.
I bartacked the tops of the pocket, but in retrospect, I should have included another layer of fabric on the inside of the pants, to reinforce those bartacks. Next time!
Getting ready to make pyjama pants for my partner. Have I mentioned he's 6'5" and tears his pj pants regularly?
I bought "Lumberjack heavy plaid" from Fabricland. What a lovely fabric! It's a heavy 270 gsm flannel made from 65% recycled polyester and 35% cotton, brushed on one side (which is soooo soft!). It's marketed as "jacketing", and the 57" (145 cm) width is great for these pants.
I'm using the paid pattern by Mimi Couture here, in size 58 (waist 110 cm / 43", and hips 120cm / 47").
It's a very basic pyjama pant for woven fabric. Elasticised waist (no drawstring), side seam pockets, no back pocket. I bought it mostly because it was inexpensive and seemed promising, but I don't highly recommend it. It's ok, but not outstanding.
The pattern is billingual (combined in one file, I mean). Some pages have both French and English, but some pages have only one language, so the page is repeated in the other language.
The tutorial section has French instructions printed on the left, and English on the right. However, the images are centred, sometimes two side-by-side. I read the pattern on a mobile device, zooming in to width of the English column, which cuts out nearly half the pictures. So that's an unfortunate formatting issue.
I still consider myself a beginner sewist (machine sewing for just over 1 year now), so I think these small issues are a bigger concern for me than they would be to a more experienced sewist.
My partner found the pockets too shallow. In fairness to the pattern, I may have attached them incorrectly... But still:
It doesn't take much for the phone to fall out of this pocket.
I decided to add drawstring, treating the holes like buttonholes:
I stitched the drawcord to the back of the pants so they don't get pulled out in the wash:
Other than the pocket depth, my partner likes the pants! They've become his go-to housepants / pyjama pants.
We also both appreciate the humour of having, "Wear the shit outta me," on brown pants.
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It's The Little Things
In between the bookends of my day, I am busy. I see friends, I see co-workers, I write, I read, I work. But in the mornings when I wake, and in the evenings when my day is done, I get to be alone. Because of that, I can indulge in doing whatever I want. Half a jar of cornichons for dinner? Do it! Get sucked into the Youtube rabbit hole and spend an hour weeping over dog and baby videos? No one to judge me!
While I don’t have anyone to judge me for my guilty pleasures (ahem, Real Housewives) I also don’t have anyone to counter the rut I can get into. Like, someone making me dinner so I don’t only eat half a jar of cornichons. Or, someone suggesting I take off my house pants, put on some real pants, and go see a movie.
But…I really like my house pants.
The reality is, when one is alone, I think it’s very important to do things for yourself that make you happy. They can be big things, but they also can be very small. In fact, small things are the best because they don’t have to cost money or be a big time investment.
Below are a few of my favorite things. They aren’t exactly reasons for living, but they can make the minutes here on earth more bearable than others.
Sleeping in. To say I am not a morning person is an understatement. I tend to be a night person/insomniac, so it takes real effort for me to operate during normal business hours. I experience glee those nights I realize I don’t have to set my alarm for the morning.
Bed Chocolate. Bed Chocolate is a few pieces of hazelnut milk chocolate, or sea salted dark chocolate that accompany my evening cup of tea, which I enjoy in my enormous, king-sized bed. Bed Chocolate is best consumed while watching the latest episode of Nashville or The Good Wife.
Having coffee brought to me in the morning. This is a tricky one, since I have neither a live-in maid nor a significant other, but I’m working on getting the cats to figure it out. When I visit friends with children, I encourage them to teach their young ones who have adequate coordination how to take part in this morning ritual I love so much. Sadly for me, hot liquids and three-year-olds are a combination that has yet to be embraced by my friends. Since I have no transportation method of morning coffee delivery to bed (yet), I settle for my morning coffee in my favorite mug.
House pants. These are a pair of oversized flannel pajama bottoms, with pockets, and California bears printed on them. They are several sizes too large for me, and this makes them incredibly comfortable. Since the weather has gotten chilly down here, I’d started wearing them to bed…and they’re just so comfortable I’ve found myself spending some time in them before bed. In fact, they’re making all my other pants feel constricting (although, that may be the Bed Chocolate). They’re big for me because a man I dated originally owned them. He really loved them, and I stole them from him when we stopped seeing each other. I think a part of my enjoyment when I am wearing them is the knowledge that he’ll never see them again. It’s the little things.
The band. I really love music, but I am hopelessly un-musical – I play no instruments and my voice sounds like a dying cat, so it is a total thrill for me to get to participate in a band. I am lucky enough to have friends who are very musically talented and in need of someone to play the tambourine and the egg shaker, and who are really patient with their very un-musical interloper. I love it: it’s like singing with my hands!
It is the little things. Single or not, we have to do those things for ourselves wherever we can. When we know that we can do these things for ourselves, what we need from other people changes, perhaps for the better.
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aunt and uncle/crazy lesbian
We usually see them once every 2 years. They are lovely people... there's just one drawback: casual racism and homophobia. It's their generation & they live in a Northern town where things haven't progressed since from the 50s (I am assume this to explain it, at least).
Last time I saw them my Uncle was talking about the game they play called 'Point out the Pufta' whilst walking down the street. Followed by a rant about Indians/Pakistanis stealing all the jobs (that is not even a stereotype down here?). My brother and I exchanged looks: my ambiguous sexuality, passion for gay rights, and proportion of gay friends and his girlfriend's family are "Indian" (equally as British as me in reality).
What made this more perfect was at the end of this, my Uncle said 'I don't like any of this rap or screaming music, I'll stick to Elton John and Boy George'.
Oh - and Crazy Lesbian started ringing me at 2am and asking me if I wanted to run away with her. She does this every few months. She is meant to be marrying her fiancee in 2013.