The year before my mom died, she made me a pair of winter pyjamas. She was an amazing seamstress, and made me many beautiful clothes over the years (including a hot pink ballgown for my matric dance, beat that!) and this beautiful wedding quilt, among others.
The pyjamas, though? Not her finest work. The pants are both baggy and tapered, which is not a good look. The top buttons too high and the shoulders were too wide so she put in pleats. Again, not a good look. In short, they’re wonky.
And yet despite (or because of) this, they’re my favourite pyjamas. I have worn them soft and comfy. I know they were cut out, pinned and sewn with love… And sometimes, as we all know, love is a little bit wonky.
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