Dream Jumpsuit Progress Update

Last week I embarked on a project to re-create a jumpsuit that I saw once in my teens.

Since then I’ve cut out a jumpsuit and run it up on the machine.

It wasn’t without problems – I made the crotch 10cm too high and nearly cut myself in half trying it on. Otherwise things went quite well.
It’s at that stage where it looks nearly finished but there’s a bunch of things still to do: wrist and ankle ribbing, pockets, front press studs, and some sort of dropseat for visiting the smallest room in the house.

I also thought it might have been wider in the body, but it’s fine for me.
You may be thinking: Liz, this is an idiotic project for an upcoming Aussie summer. And yes, you’re right. As I write this it’s 37 degrees outside. But it’s OK. Where we live it cools right down at night – we rarely get those warm balmy nights. Since I plan to wear this to bed I could be wearing it year-round.
Please join me next week for the finish!
Oups! I didn’t get my point through: I think the BODY length is especially important, so as to be able to curl up in bed.
Even if the temperatures at night DO end up too hot for such a suit, to the best of my knowledge, we’ll send you the winter back in a few month’s time (we had our first snow last Sunday here in Paris 🙂 At my place, I have the extreme opposite problem: we have heating through the floor and the temperature is set for the whole building. The flat is warmer during the Winter than the Summer, it’s crazy…
Looking forward to know whether it’s comfortable to sleep in or not!
Too late, I’ve finished it now! The body and leg length is generous, so I think it will be OK. Plan to try it out on the weekend.
Would love snow; please send some. Have only seen it twice in my life and have never forgotten the experience.
My children would LOVE me to let them send you som snow by mail but I fear the post office wouldn’t appreciate it so much 😀
I’m so used to snow I forget in most places around the globe, it simply never happens… even when it’s cold at night! In Paris, it’s more slush than snow but I’m Swiss and to fit the stereotype, we could go skying after school when I was a teenager.