Bedtime Bugs

My favourite type of clothing is pyjamas. Hands down 100% favourite. I have been known to wear them to the shops, just because I can, and I’m one of those people who insists on changing into their pjs when they come home. Ok, I’m a bit sad, but who cares? Pyjamas are the bees knees.
Now we have a shop that exclusively makes them, to your designs. Go inside and there are racks and racks of pairs, mostly for children, but some for adults as well. Then there are swathes of the cutest fabrics, original prints from god-​knows-​where. I don’t know how they have so many, but they’re adorable.
The two ladies who run the store manage it around looking after their own children, and love to tell the stories of sewing, designing and selling their wares. My pj bottoms were definitely going to be a bottle of wine on a Saturday night and a lot of giggles. I asked for one purple leg and one red leg, with mismatching cuffs and bum pockets. They are possibly the greatest thing I’ve ever owned. You know you’re jealous.