Grandma Muumuu

Some friends and I got together the other day to work on some sewing projects.

Two of them were sisters working on a baby quilt for an expecting niece who is about to pop so they had a deadline to meet. I brought a Halloween quilt to work on. I bought the fabric two Octobers ago and cut it out last October. My deadline was long gone, but I thought maybe if I started sewing it together in January it might actually be finished in time for Halloween 2012.

One of the ladies there was working on a project for a granddaughter’s bridal shower. She was making what she said she makes for all of her granddaughters when then get married – a homemade muumuu.

She lived in Hawaii for several years and had grown very fond of the comfort and versatility of the traditional Hawaiian dress that fits any figure and can be worn to the luau as well as church, around the house and town, and to bed.

From our conversation I gathered she has pretty much converted almost her entire wardrobe over to muumuus, most of which she makes herself. She modeled the one she was wearing for us. She said she is often teased by people who ask her why she’s always wearing pajamas, so she constantly has to defend her laid back muumuu-wearing ways to us uptight continent dwellers.

To each her own, I suppose.

Though I don’t think she expects her granddaughter to wear her new muumuu down the aisle or even out in public necessarily, she did say it would make a lovely nightgown for the new bride.

I don’t know if the groom will concur.

He probably thinks “hang loose” means something else.

If his new bride walks out of the bathroom on her wedding night wearing a homemade baby blue and pink floral muumuu with appliqued butterflies on the yoke he might ask for an annulment.

I know my husband would.

If the day comes that my wardrobe converts to an array of all-season/occasion muumuus, I’m pretty sure that will be the day Jason packs up his wardrobe in a suitcase and says “Aloha.”

I admit I do own a muumuu. It was part of a Halloween costume. Beyond that, I have used it to wear while coloring my hair and I grabbed it once to throw on after a shower to chase down a naked escapee toddler before he made it too far down the road. It also came in very handy at Girls Camp to punish girls who breached dress code. The “Modesty Muumuu” worked like a charm. A teenage girl would much rather keep herself appropriately covered in a wardrobe choice of her own.

Though I applaud this cute grandma for rockin’ the all-purpose paradise PJs with Mrs. Roper, and I think her efforts to spread the Aloha spirit to the next generation is sweet, I don’t know that the muumuu is ever going to make a serious rally in the fashion world outside of the islands.

However, I do think this family is missing a golden memory-making opportunity if they do not hold an annual luau where all these brides wear their grandma-made muumuus in solidarity and tell boudoir hula stories.

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