A Proclamation

We discovered that James had a number of food and environmental allergies when he was a very wee babe. Since that time, I think Elisabeth has struggled somewhat to comprehend the meaning of these allergies that her brother has, what it means that his life experience is limited in ways that hers isn't, and so on. A couple of weeks ago, she announced that she was "allergic to polyester." She may very well be -- it'd be hard to tell in this natural fiber household. But there it was. Allergic to polyester. For some reason this proclamation was both hilarious and bittersweet to me.

So, with my natural fiber obsession (let's just call it what it is, shall we?), I have always needed my wee ones' pajamas to be cotton or wool. Mostly they wear those "must be snug fitting" longjohn-style pajamas since the commercially available alternative is polyester.

Last night, I finally got around to doing something I've been meaning to do for a very long time: sew up some cotton flannel pajama pants. Due to the end of daylight saving time, James was asleep by 5:45, so Elisabeth stood at my elbow while I whipped these up for her from my horded couple of yards of Munki Munki flannel. James will get some this week, as well, and some long-sleeved shirts with owls on them have been requested to go with them. So those will be following along shortly, I'm sure.

PS: I'm still sick -- actually sicker today than I was on Friday! But thank you all so very much for your well-wishes. I hope I'll be back to "normal" (a relative term with me, hee hee) very soon. xo