This weekend, it's become clear that I just haven't been taking care of myself. First, it was the hair. Then it occurred to me that I really don't have much in the way of sleepwear. I have old shirts I wear, a few nightgowns good for warm weather, but for colder days, I have nothing but an old, worn pair of flannel pajama pants with Winnie the Pooh on them. Money is always tight, and a good pair of pajamas doesn't come cheap. Nor do I buy cheap because I don't want to waste my precious resources on stuff that will fall apart quickly or easily. I need to invest in products that last.
So after lunch with S. and M., I headed to The Bay to meet Etienne, and after we ran a few errands, I decided, despite having spent my expendable money for this pay cheque on my hair, I needed to put an end to the silliness and buy a proper pajama set. I chose a good quality shirt and good quality pants, and I came home. Because I didn't try them on in the store, I decided to try them now, this afternoon, rather than do it at bedtime and find out they were the wrong fit or uncomfortable. That way I could exchange them if there was something wrong.
I may never wear anything else ever again.
These pajamas are insanely comfortable, and grown-up cute. I won't be getting rid of my Winnie the Pooh pajamas any time soon, but it's nice to know that I have pajamas that won't embarrass me should I be seen in them.
I'm not kidding. I can get rid of everything else in my wardrobe, I just need these jammies only and forever.
Comfort...
...Wish you were here.
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