Flour and sugar, a bottle of vanilla, a rolling pin, a gingham oven mitt, a stand mixer humming away, whisks and wooden spoons and a bowl of chocolate chip dough waiting for someone to sneak a taste. All of it painted in soft watercolor across a gentle blue.

Here is the pajama for the afternoon the kitchen becomes a disaster and nobody minds even slightly. Wear it for the first batch of the season, for the flour handprint on your hip, for the cookies left out on the plate at bedtime. The zipper runs both directions for a quick change, the paws cover cold little fingers, and the grippy soles keep her steady on a floury floor.