In my continuous effort to streamline around here, I made these pajama bags for the boys this weekend. I saw the idea awhile back in this book, and thought it was a cute, if maybe superfluous idea.
Well. That was before Seth began working 16-hour days on his dissertation (hence the lack of blogging around these parts) and I was left to put all four kiddos to bed. Every night the pajama drawer would explode onto the closet floor, no one could find matching tops and bottoms, etc, etc. The pajama bags were born.
Yes, they are decidedly floral. In surveying my fabrics, I realized I have a serious lack of masculine prints, but I still love the way they turned out. That middle print reminds me so much of my Grandma Gee.
To my great surprise, they have been a hit. Along with the pajamas, I slip a book or two in there each night and the kids get so excited to see what I’ve selected for them. It’s like literary Christmas every day!
The whole idea has got me so thrilledI’m brainstorming other areas of our life than can be so contained: individual church bags, outing-to-the-park bags…breakfast in a bag, here we come!