I made DH a pair of seersucker pajama pants for his birthday on May 12. He was happy.
I have now made him 5 pairs of pajama pants. When I first met DH, he had only too-short pants from 1994, when he was substantially shorter than his current 6" height. I needed to remedy the situation, so I made him his first pair. Unfortunately, I made them out of brushed cotton, and it was 6 years ago precisely, and he was living in a 3rd floor loft. All of which meant that it was just short of hotter than blazes in his apartment. I am finally learning. I chose seersucker for its cooling powers. That, and when I was lost in Jo-Ann among all the fabric insanity, the cheap pilling flannel depressed me, the overpriced novelty prints pissed me off, and I was wandering lost until I found the seersucker. I thought green was unusual, and he wouldn't mistake it for his blue seersucker suit. Plus, it turns out to be in fashion this year! Bonus!
Ah, but you came for pictures, didn't you?
This is a closeup of the drawstring, which has embroidered hearts on it. My new machine did that. I have hidden hearts on 4/5 of his pairs of PJ pants thus far. I've hand-embroidered a heart on the butt of his robot pjs, sewn a corduroy heart pocket on the butt of his jester pants, and hidden a pink sateen heart in the pocket of his Plymouth muscle car PJs. He searched and searched, until he found the hearts. And that's when I took the above pic.
We thought we could do an Abercrombie & Fitch style photoshoot of DH in his new threads.
We tried again.
At this point, DH's background in physical comedy started acting up, and our photoshoot devolved into this:
Then the shirt flew up and the glasses...umm...moved. Check out those ribs, ladies.
Where's DH's head?
One more try at sexy.
And I leave you with this pic, soon to be burning an image into your poor, unsuspecting retinas.
Can you tell I love my husband and he loves me?