I don’t know why buying sleepwear gives me such inordinate pleasure. Nothing makes me happier than buying sleepwear. New clothes doesn’t do as much for me, and of course, new clothes are harder to pick out. Not as relaxing.
At one time I was very serious about my sexy lingerie, but it feels very pointless when you’re not in a relationship. Besides, I never really slept in the stuff. For actual sleeping you need a soft cotton or jersey or flannel. My lifelong habit has been to sleep in a nightgown, and only wear pajamas when I’m really sick.
Until about a year or two ago, when I had a long, difficult bout of strep. Days and days of being unable to swallow, chills and fever, and pretty much living in my jammies. At the end of which, I had developed an actual affection for pajamas.
Which affection I naturally express by spending money.
May I say that I kind of hate the trend of selling “sleep separates”? First of all, you can’t hardly find a pair of old-fashioned pajamas. Second of all, they’re cleverly getting you to spend twice as much. But it is nice to mix and match.
You know where this is going: Yesterday I bought new jammies. Yay. I had a $10 off on anything at Kohl’s. I tried on lots and lots of pajamas. It made me feel good. Even when it didn’t fit and I didn’t like it, I felt good. Which even I don’t understand.
I got these except in these colors. It was all very complicated because at first I couldn’t find the plain blue top, and I loved the stripes, but a striped top with a striped bottom made me look like a very cute prisoner, whereas the blue bottom…just not as insanely cute. The only blue top in the whole store was on the wrong rack, with other pajamas (and those others didn’t come in my size so I wasn’t looking).
So this is me. I run home and change into my new jammies. And insist on telling Arthur how cute I am. Which gets me that teenage “Yes. Mom. You’re. Cute.” thing. And then he goes upstairs and I call him down for dinner later and I say “By the way, have you noticed my pajamas?” Like that. Like a crazy lady except without the meds or the shopping cart. But with the pajamas.
I was just contemplating the cuteness of my pajamas yesterday. I have a lot of cute stripey pajamas. And dots. And were I not unemployed, I’d be buying some more. Which is ironic ’cause lets face it, they’re getting a whole lot more wear these days.
I sleep in the nude. No jammies for me.
I am always cold and rarely sleep nude when sleeping alone. Plus, with the teenager in the house, I have to hang around in something, and jammies are more fun and more comfortable than a bathrobe or grungy clothes.
I am fickle… I sleep many different ways, never loyal to one. Topless, bottomless, fully clothed, nothing at all.
But regardless of how I sleep, cute pajamas are a necessity. And to reiterate, pajama pants are like the unemployed union uniform.
Have you ever checked out the Vermont Country Store? (yeah, online)…dunno if there’s jammies there you would like.
I prefer big tee shirt like things. No pants. The shirt covers all bits.