I loved slumber parties when I was a kid. Loved them. Eating lots of junk food? Screaming because...well, screaming just because you're a tween girl jacked up on sugar? (One memorable slumber party of mine featured the lot of us laughing and shrieking in horror when our Irish Setter drooled in the chip bag. The "ewws" and "grosses" probably carried for miles.) Staying up as late as you can manage? Heaven!
So in my mind pajama parties are generally pure, innocent fun. But when I look at McCall's 5649, I'm concerned about what Pink Ruffles and White Nightie have planned for Pink Gingham:
Ruffles and Nightie seem to be having a discussion about what medical procedure to perform on Pink Gingham. (What IS Ruffles hiding in her pockets?) Sadly, Pink Gingham -- who, I hate to say, looks about as dim as my aforementioned Irish Setter -- is right on board with the shenanigans. She's prepping by taking her own pulse!
McCall's 5693 is more of the happy PJ vibe I remember -- but damn if it isn't WAY BETTER than any slumber party I attended:
(But...what is up with Pink's left hand? It's freakishly long and quite possibly double-knuckled!)