flannel   Yesterday I made a lot of pink things.

I don’t know why the colors in these pictures are so completely inaccurate.

In any case, I finished my new nightgown. I like flannel nightgowns for winter, and had tried to find some really beautiful flannel — a thick, creamy solid color would have been fine, or perhaps a lovely William Morris print or a lush paisley…

What I ended up with, after looking at dozens of designs featuring kittens and Disney characters (I admit I was tempted by some robots), was a sort of Disney cartoon floral. Why, since making something beautiful costs just about the same as making something ordinary, do we have such a preponderance of ordinary stuff?


It’s a medium weight flannel, and the nightdress turned out well. I used two colors of lace to trim the bodice. I have some beautiful laces, actually, but they just pointed up the plebian nature of the print, so I used a couple of ordinary machine-made laces I might normally use for hem tape, and I ended up with a comfy, pretty winter nightie, so I have no complaints.


I also got more done on #2 daughter’s scarf. It should be a really pretty scarf when it’s finished, soft and warm.

It was supposed to be for her birthday, but I didn’t complete it before she left town and gave it to her half-finished. I just got it back from her. I hope to complete it before it’s too warm to wear a woolen scarf. It is lacy and lightweight, though, so I’m optimistic.

The pattern is “Southern Snowfall” — a simple and logical stitch which is easy to memorize. I made one of cotton (hot pink, as it happened) during a trip to Los Angeles a few years ago.

#1 son was over, too, and we were talking about travel (also the possible physical locations of the mind and soul, but that’s another story). I am looking forward to traveling more once I’m through paying tuition for my boys, or even for #2 son, who goes to a very expensive school. Even #1 son’s school is costly enough that I could take a very nice trip for one semester’s tuition.

#1 son was saying that visiting a place as a tourist was no good. You don’t get to to see into the way people live when you do that, he pointed out. You only get to have a superficial glance.

We had been talking about those Victorian travelogues wh fabric ere a writer would spend a week touring a country and then come back home and write an apparently authoritative work describing the country in whole and making all kinds of firm statements about the people. I also thought, as he was telling me this, of Twoflower in the Discworld novels. Twoflower feels calm about all sorts of dangers because he, as a tourist, is an outsider and therefore immune to any danger.

In any case, having had this conversation while knitting, done the grocery shopping, and made the nightgown, I sewed up the main seams on a pink blouse I began last year. It’s polyester, I cut it in such a slapdash way that the seams don’t really match up very well, and I sewed it together in an equally slapdash fashion, so it may not be wearable at all.

Or I may tear it apart today and try to fix it. We’ll see.

I did no work yesterday, so I will have to do some today after church. But I think I could also get some more sewing done.