I am writing this blog entry after just getting out of bed and throwing on a pair of pajamas to come down stairs and do the “it’s a holiday morning” thing. This got me to thinking ; this quite normal activity for me might actually be strange for others because I put on pajamas when I got up. I call them my “yuppie pajamas” because the top and bottom match, in lieu of wearing a t-shirt and sweat pants. I feel like I should be matching someone else in these things, kind of like I’m ready for a Christmas morning photo because they’re plaid. Pajamas always seem to involve plaid. I don’t know if it’s because of the flannel or because plaid makes people happy, but here they are, plaid.

I have mentioned before that I enjoy sleeping in the nude. Even if it’s 40 degrees outside and I’m in a tent in a sleeping bag. Wearing clothes to bed seems quite foreign to me. I remember as a kid I would always get out of my clothes in some manner during the night and then have to put them back on when I went downstairs to join the family for the morning. When I was 16 I spent the night with my grandmother and my aunt at the house while the rest of the family was at a cabin at the beach and my grandmother came in to check on me and made some noise about “my bare ass hanging out”. (I don’t like to think that my ass “hangs”, by the way, since some have said that it is one of my better attributes.) I just don’t want to get all knotted up in some clothes that are going to be covered by blankets anyway. And I like a lot of blankets; usually about 7, not including the sheets but definitely including at least two quilts.

So here I am in my matching pajamas which are keeping me warm after getting out of bed. I am ready for the holiday festivities to begin.

In plaid.




  1. I always have “matching” PJs – I didn’t think there were any other kind! Currently I have stripy ones. But my faves are plaid or paisley.

    Agreed re. the sleeping thing too.

  2. You and me both, baby. Naked is the only way to sleep. But there’s something insanely comforting about jammies…in the cold, on a holiday. Best wishes for a great Thanksgiving!

  3. I was a late bloomer into the art of sleeping naked. My Husbear introduced me to it when we got together. Up until that point, I’d go to bed pretty much fully clothed. Now, wearing clothes when I’m attempting to sleep feels wrong.

    Hopefully a Happy Thanksgiving was had by all!

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