The young women of the ward have been making pajama bottoms. I don't know why Jenna picked out to mismatched designs. Well, it is her personality. The pants looked too big for me. I was right. They may be Jenna's correct length, but they have fallen off my waist twice already, and I am bigger around the middle than she is.
The last part of the pajama bottoms was to pull a draw string through - which I had started, but stopped at the seam that joined the front and the back together. I couldn't push th safety pin through the stitch. Just as well. The draw sting had been measured for Jenna's belly and not my own - therefore it would have been too small to tie. I figured I could still wear them to bed. I hadn't taken into consideration that they might fell down whenever I got up to go to the bathroom. Oh, my.
