I love my pyjamas. I have been known to entertain in them at home. I have a wide variety of colours and styles and I adore them all. When I get home, after a long day of curing the world of cancer, and whatever else happens in my travels, the first thing I will do is change into my pj's.
Now, I don't necessarily sleep in them. Certainly the pants are always off - issues with the legs of them being long and catching on the sheets and just all over general discomfort. And, well, if I had an "overnight guest", I may wish to be as unencumbered as possible. But all of that aside, I love my pj's.
Last Saturday night, PSD had a party, and declared to all that "winter woolies" were encouraged. So Miss L and I decided to take in one step further and attend in our pyjamas. With Ugg boots my case, and bed socks and slippers in hers. Of course, being me, I still had full makeup.
How liberating it was to leave in one's pyjamas and be comfortable all night. And at the end of the night, be able to tumble straight into bed!
So there I was, drink in one hand, and feeling ever so relaxed, talking to a rather divine looking gentleman. It turned out that he and I bonded over butcher's aprons and opera - need I mention that the party was about 95% male, and nearly 100% gay? No? I thought not. We chatted and at one point, I remarked about my rather casual attire. He looked at me, not quite understanding my point. I further elaborated, "I am wearing my pj's! See!?". (For further clarification they were designer to boot.) Suddenly, a penny dropped, and he remarked, "Oh, I just thought you were very bohemian."
Me? Bohemian? Clearly not. It is the hair isn't it? I look all "casual" now - even with heavy makeup and long nails.