Sandmaiden: about 11 years ago I started my career in the fashion industry as a very young single mom in Vancouver, Canada. My work adventures took me from the order desk at a childrens catalog company to assisting high end bridal, flat renderings, print design, global freelance design and producing samples for a European ladies career collection.
A few years in after I had acquired all the boots, suits and shoes a young lady could want (okay, should want) I discovered a hole in my wardrobe. I bought my first pair of real pajamas for about $20.00 on sale, by day i was a working girl on the factory floor, by night a princess. When I should have been shopping for things for my daughter or a boyfriend i was hunting the ideal pair of pajamas, they continued to elude me. Very many pj’s later said princess found her prince and the pj’s haven’t seen the sheets since.
Every summer my family and I go camping in Door County, Wisconsin. We meet up with my folks, and my sister and spend our days on the beach and nights sleeping in a tent. Tent camping is an adventure unto itself. It can be relaxing at times, laying on an air mattress and watching the stars through the zip up screen. Pretending to mind having to go lie down early with the kids, but actually feeling cozy and safe listening to the buzz of conversation and smelling the campfire while I lie there.
Other times, not so relaxing. Like when my son was teething and woke up with an arched back screech of pain. I could tell immediately that the wails were going to be unending and loud so I scooped him up and ran for the minivan. Jumped in and let out a chortle of victory. We made it! We would not be waking up the other campers again tonight! Until my son arched in pain again, stiffening his legs into an unbending position that pressed his feet down directly onto the horn.