For as much as I may be "clothes mad" (to heist
a phrase), I've never been one for pyjamas in the old fashioned sense. I'm talking about the "suits" of pyjamas that come with a
button front shirt/coat with lapels. I've always found that they get all twisted in the night,making them terribly uncomfortable to sleep in. But that's not to say I don't give my "house clothes", as I call them, at least some consideration.
And it seems that I've lately found the perfect use for the
recently acquired cardigan from Lands' End Canvas 1963. Don't get me wrong, there is no sarcasm intended here at all. I've actually grown quite fond of this sweater used this way. It's soft, warm and comfortable, and being charcoal grey it pairs well with all of my plaid or critter printed flannel pyjama pants. Besides, you should see the ratty old zip front black hoodie this sweater has replaced. Take a cue from your grandfather and Mr. Rogers, a favorite cardigan that sees near daily use but rarely leaves the house is a must have.
I simply throw it on right over my undershirt, button up, and settle down to the task of penning your favorite blog, or maybe reading in bed. Early on a chilly morning there's no better match to a hot cup of tea.
I have about a half dozen pair of cotton flannel pyjama pants, mostly from (gasp!) Old Navy. Soft, comfy, cheap and easily replaced. House clothes are no thing to spend a lot of money on, and I'll admit that even I am a little turned off to the idea of wearing another man's bed clothes. Being the incurable fop that I am, I tend to choose the pair that works best with whatever socks I have on that day (in this case a knee high pair in navy and green rugby stripes from Target, $4.99 in a pack with another pair). And velvet slippers be damned, those
Toms by Rugby RL that appalled so many of you when I first picked them up have become old friends as well. I like to be well put-together, even at home, even when no-one sees. I do it for myself, you see, which is the best, and perhaps only, reason to attempt to dress well.
Did I really just post photos of myself in my pyjamas on the internet? Yikes! Well, at least I don't wear this stuff out to the grocery store at 11 a.m.
