The bedtime story of Lorraine and Blair
Once upon a time there was a lady called Cassie who lived on a couch, and that lady was me.
Long ago, after my fourth child (yes, I’m nuts but stick with me here), I bought a sewing machine.
My babies suffered from eczema and putting them in synthetic PJs didn’t feel right.
I searched high and low, across the land (ahem... Google), and cute, cotton pyjamas were nowhere to be found.
I pondered, “wherefore art thou comfy jimmy jams? Maybe I could –”
But like any bedtime story, danger lay ahead – and this time it was the diabolical Ross River Fever!
“I’ve got you now, Cassie. You and your usually robust thirst for wine – muahaha!” Evil Ross was right.
For one whole month, I was glued to the couch, exhausted, feverish and completely sick.
I guess you could say, I became a loungin’ and snoozin’ expert. But my jims were shockers.
Saggy butts, bally shirts, stealing hubby’s boxers on the reg. I needed cool, breathy, comfy jams not stinky, synthetic pieces that were basically sweaty armour.
So I began sketching and measuring, cutting and sewing…
I fell deeply in love with the process. With the result of my trial and errors. And with creating my dream comfies.
That’s when Lorraine and Blair stretched its arms, let out a lion yawn and jumped into the world – ready to save the day.