Pajamela
Late last night I curled up on the love seat and watched the weather channel's tornado chasing marathon. The closing credits ran every half hour; then, the next episode would begin. Midnight arrived and yet I remained fixated. I so want to be a storm chaser.
The next thing I knew it was 4:30 and the cat was waking me with a yowling complaint. I got up, turned off the TV, and opened the patio door before grabbing the warm afghan and snuggling back down in my chair. I slept there until 8:30. In my turtle neck and jeans.
This odd confession is brought to you by Gattina - Writers Cramps, the host for today's Fun Monday.
She is curious about our usual Sunday morning attire.
Last night's lead in to this morning was just a fluke. I am the quintessential flannel pajama girl.
Most Sunday morning you'll find me searching for my glasses, the newspaper, and my coffee mug. I do know, however, where my PJ's are --because I'm wearing them.
I can remember wearing little lace-edged flannel sets as a child. I wore them until the lace began to disintegrate and the buttons popped. And then I wore them more.
My attachment to my PJ's hasn't altered as I've aged. I wear them until they fall right into the rag bin.
| Here is a photo taken of me and granddaughters Buttercup and Curlymop when they were little tykes. All three of us were in our warm flannels on Christmas morning. (No glasses, though.) Growing up, I ALWAYS got new pajamas on Christmas eve. Maybe this year? |  |
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Comments
I wear a small tight light weight T-shirt to bed. Can't stand all the extras. I never wear a robe or PJs around the house....not even sick. I think it must be my mothers fault. We had to get dressed the minute we woke up. When I go to my Granddaughters house on a Saturday and it is noon and everyone still has on PJs and bed head...I cringe. But then I shake it off and and just wallow in another families tradition...and hug and kiss them till I am drunk on their sweet morning smell. How poetic i am...I should have used that in a post (o:
I favor thin cotton these days, but I'd love another flannel granny gown for winter!
My favorite flannel is from The Vermont Country Store, Lanz Tyrolean Flannel Gown, #42364, Red !
Also, my tradition to give my girls new pj's on Christmas Eve.
The above was my choice last year. they grumbled about looking like Laura Ingalls Wilder on Little House on the Prairie.
Flannel pajamas are so comfy! I guess they could even be the uniform of choice for a storm chaser - along with a thermos of some piping hot coffee with a mug of soup to go.
I don't think Mr. Cat will want to be a storm chaser though...
I like long nightgowns, summer and winter.
Why did you have to ask me that difficult question? "How did they get the donkey to pose in that hole?"
I wouldn't have a clue, unless they just shoved it in. I like the gloating pic after the farmer died.
Take care, my friend, Love, Merle.