Badger Pajamas

Like an earworm – the filk by Tom Smith sung to a couple of classic Klezmer melodies has been running through my mind since the lovely Air France flight attendant handed me this bag and told me it was mine to keep.

the simple bag

the simple bag

Contained inside was a set of knit pjs. The v-neck top a blue and the trousers complete with draw string in grey. Size L according to the tag at the back of the neck. Since they weren’t completely huge on me, my conclusion is that the sizing is French and many from the UK or North America would not find them providing adequate coverage.

knit top and drawers

knit top and drawers

I considered my options – change into PJs to sleep or just crash? Fatigue won over the chance for a new experience while on the plane which takes me to the present.

I have Pajamas. No Badgers on them but the earworm is firmly imbedded; signing to me as I spend the day lounging comfortably at home. I am thinking about getting some fabric dye and some rubber stamps.

(sung to the tune of Hava Nagilah)
Badger, Badger, mushroom, mushroom, snake.

Air France, Air France, airplane, airplane – stake.

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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