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Pajamas Aren't Easy

The Night Flies

 

        When I was still bed-bound by Lyme’s, I needed something comfortable to wear in bed. Regular clothing is not an option for someone spending most of the day in bed. I started out with a dress I had bought on Amazon.

        The dress was cheap, and I wore it as an everyday dress until, one day, it shrunk. It wasn’t too small to wear in bed though. This thin, shrunken dress got me through the first few months of being sick, but eventually it tore. A giant tear. Now I had nothing comfortable to wear.

        Mama went to the thrift store and bought two pajamas for me. Hopefully I would like one of them. I liked both of them, but I didn’t wear them the way the manufacturer intended.

        I took the two pajamas and cut them in half. The half of one became the top, the bottom of the other turned into a skirt, and the remainder of the first half became a ruffle. Very nice, very comfortable, but not becoming, only functional and lavender colored. The top piece was a 2X—rather large on me.

        I got tired of the lavender dress. I don’t look good in pastel colors, and the fit of the pajama wasn’t becoming at all. I wanted something else. I prayed about it but didn’t go looking at the thrift stores, as I wasn’t ready for that yet.

        In my closet was a t-shirt I really liked, but I couldn’t wear it much. I was on the verge of throwing it out, even though I liked it. Then, I had an idea. Couldn’t I add a knit skirt to the t-shirt making a t-shirt dress?

        Now I have a becoming pajama. A colorful top and a navy skirt. I can appreciate my reflection in the mirror at night. I used a piece of knit fabric sitting around and my favorite shirt can finally be worn. Every night.


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