oona does it!: frosty the cocktail
while i would have liked to come up with something truly fabulous this week, i was too busy drinking.
speaking of boudoir, what would oona make for pajamas/lounge wear/lingerie?
miss strawberry has got the boudoir covered. just check out her closet.
but i’ll tell ya. i don’t do lingerie. i like to cut to the chase. however, i DO like lounge pants. amy butler’s, to be exact, in all fabrics imaginable. as a matter of fact, they were one of the first things i made, and for several years after every yard i bought was intended for lounge pants.
this week was perfect timing for beth’s challenge, as we were headed to visit our Most Highly Awesome Friends Who Happen To Drink As Much As We Do. i knew i would need two pair of lounge pants, one for Hot Mama Friend and one for me. obviously, none of the twelve pairs i’d already made were right for the occasion. duh.
a quick trip to chic fabrics, that mecca of jersey knit, provided me with some holiday stripes. the joint was jumpin that day. as i fondled the bolt, i screwed one eye shut to see just how dizzy i might get sewing this stuff. seeing my hesitation, a nearby customer helpfully pronouced the stripes nauseating. SOLD.
this is the first time i used ellie to serge them up. once i figured out the serger encased elastic waistband, assembly flew by. would’ve went quicker if i’d sought some googly help on that, but i was feeling particularly stubborn that night.
i’m not saying they’re the most perfect serge job ever– far from it. but they’re roomy and comfy and they keep your booty covered. we wore our pairs for four days straight. you need roomy and comfy when you’re around Hollow Leg Dad. besides cheese covered grits, homemade pizza and house smoked pork butt, we were treated to sauvignon blanc, cabernet franc, peach bellinis, prosecco, chardonnay, watermelon cliffhangers, hot toddies, pinot noir, carmeniere, bordeaux, bordelino, and several other shades of red (no merlot. I SAID NO MERLOT).
during the festivities, we found The Child had developed an intense fondness for frosty the snowman, and sang the first verse on permanent repeat. eventually, ruggy came up with new lyrics for the bridge that would not come:
then one foggy christmas eve
our friend came to say:
“hey there are you drunk enough?
if you’re not then just drink this.”
then aghhg ggg ggggg haaaaaa gghh haaaahhhhhh