Pajamas Are A Girl's Best Friend

Today's topic of discussion: Pajamas.

Can you think of anything more pleasant than pajamas?  And I'm not talking about the pajamas you see girls wearing in the Victoria's Secret commercials, either.  I'm talking about comfy, huge, embarrassing-to-be-caught-in pajamas.  I don't know about you, but the second I get home from work, I fly upstairs to my room, throw my tight-fitting clothes in the hamper, and slip into my soft, gigantic pajamas.  Right now I'm wearing my short-sleeved "Hug Me I'm 1/2 Italian" shirt (size X-Large, of course) that I bought three years ago at the 18th Avenue Feast.  I could totally get away with wearing this as a nightgown if I lived alone.  But #1 I don't live alone, and #2 I love pajamas pants waaay too much to ever be one of those girls who wear nightgowns.  My pants of choice at the moment are felt blue Men's Medium "This Is How I Roll!" pants that I bought for Danny last Christmas and stole from Danny this Christmas.  I think the big Pillsbury Doughboys give it a nice touch. 

In the fall and winter I wear my long-sleeved red "Cats With Funny Hats" shirt -- which does, in fact, have a picture of cats wearing funny hats.  It's probably about seven years old.  There are now tiny holes on the arm of that shirt, ironically from my own cat, who wouldn't be caught dead in a funny hat.  My winter pants variate from the afore mention Pillsbury Doughboy, to leopard-print cotton ones matching the cat top, to felt white ones with pink and red hearts.  Depending on just how cold it is, I have my Yankee sweatshirt (X-Large, stolen from my dad), my hot pink robe with white polkadots, and my beige Ugg-knockoff moccasin slippers.

You would never actually catch me wearing pajamas out, however.  I always try and dress to impress.  When you're five foot one and a quarter, you need to stay away from baggy anything and try to spruce yourself up with crazy padded bras and form-fitting-great-ass pants.  Heels don't hurt, either.  If I'm feeling up to the torture that day.  On that note, it really pisses me off when I see high school girls or trashy girls that are pretending they are still in high school walking down the streets in their pajamas.  I just want to scream at them: It is not okay!  Don't they know that they are not the only ones out there who love pajamas so much that they want to  hold on to their softness all day long?  Don't they know that bra straps and tight jeans and stilettos hurt us, too?  But we, the civilized people of the world, don't behave like them, do we?  We wear jeans and dress pants and leggings; we wear shirts, and bras, and blouses.  I am often overcome by equal parts jealousy and disgust when I see these pigs on the street.  For goodness sake, buy a pair of Victoria's Secret Pink sweatpants, ladies.  And I use that term lightly.  Pajamas are meant to be sacred at-home attire.

I'm not sure if you're bored or not, but I can literally discuss pajamas for hours.  I long for them from the second I have to take them off in the horrible morning, to the second I reunite with them after my long, hard day of dealing with the little monsters.  They are home.  They are everything.  All the pain and hardship of the day melts away with the cloud-like comfort they provide me.  And, no, this is not an advertisement for any particular pajamas, nor is it an exaggeration.  Pajamas are the one fashion that will never go out of style, and if I could live in them all the time, I would.

Favorite Lyrics of the Day:  

Today I don't feel like doing anything

I just wanna lay in my bed

Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone
'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything
Nothing at all, nothing at all

"The Lazy Song" by Bruno Mars