On its surface sewing underthings seems frivolous. But the frivolity also feels empowering, like you’re making something secret, because it can’t be shown off the same way skirts and dresses and pantsuits can. “Oh, did you make that?” asked nobody ever about your underwear.
I felt like Cinderella, or a WWII bride, stitching together a boudoir out of scraps. The main fabric for the nightie was found in a scrap bin, and the polka dot knickers were cut from an old nightdress. I finished the hem with an overlock stitch and hand-sewn lace on the neckline.