1940s flannel PJs. Popcorn. Could life get any better? Well, yes.
The situation is critical. Krit-eeeee-kuhl. Yes ma'am. The larder grows bare. The bills bellow. A deficit looms at the bank. The job picture is bleak. Uh-huh. What is a woman to do? What? Well. There is popcorn in the cabinet. Nearly a whole bag. Gold in the form of kernels. And there's that lonely, lovely half-stick of butter in the fridge. It's crusted over. Sure. But it will taste fine melted. Yum bunnies. So. Popcorn. Yes. Popcorn popped the old-fashioned way, in an iron skillet on top of the stove. Total comfort food. Yes indeedy.
And what feels better than pajamas? Simplicity 3156, circa 1940s, is your choice to lead you out of the darkness. You made the green view. Out of vintage plaid flannel. Green and blue, your favorite colors. They are as comfy as an old quilt. Made for snuggling. Canoodling. And a big bowl of popcorn in your lap, dripping with ooey, gooey, greasy butter. Mmmmm mmmm mmmm. The real thing. An old movie on TV ? you'll hope for The Awful Truth or Twentieth Century. Or maybe a book that offers complete escape, like a vintage Harlequin Presents by Anne Mather. Do you have one? Somewhere. You know you do. You'll find it. And then: A few hours of liberation in the living room. Sure. Life could be better. It could. But this will do. For tonight. It will. And how. Absolutely.
This perfect-for-cuddling pattern can be yours for the taking. At The Blue Gardenia, of course. The details, in case you care (and I know you do, beloved readers): Bust 36. Complete except for easily replaced collar. ?$37. Slinky in silk. Comfy in cotton lawn. Homey in flannel. You could even make them in linen or crepe and wear them out. A pattern made for the recessionista. You can use it over and over and over again. A sewing room and wardrobe staple. Truly. Can you say no? Of course not. Don't even think of it.