... speaking of underwear
... we're putting away our flannels and hankering for florals.
Sewing nightwear is a good place for me to indulge my old-fashioned tendencies towards long and cotton. As I'm typing, I realize that this is probably the inevitable fruit of being raised by a mother who took great care in her evening toilette, every night retiring in crisp Victorian-esque cotton gowns.
One summer night - I was probably only seven - our neighbor's three horses escaped into our backyard. I woke up and peered out my window and watched my mom, her nightgown flying around her in the moonlight, herd the horses single-handedly down the slope and back through the meadow fence. And then I apparently just went back to sleep because those vague images are all I remember. Go figure. But it does make me think, maybe I need to start wearing nightgowns myself. Would it help to unlock my inner super-woman?