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It all started innocently enough. I was searching online for leopard print pajamas (because what else would I be doing on a Friday night?), and stumbled upon Victoria's Secret satin pajama collection. With the click of a button, I ordered myself a pair, and hoped for the best. At $59.99, these weren't by any means cheap, but I had just started dating my husband at the time and I was trying to achieve the "effortlessly chic"look of a 1950's Hollywood starlet (read: someone who doesn't wear wine-stained Hello Kitty shirts with holes in them) when sleeping over his pad.
A few days later a white UPS padded plastic envelope arrived (signature VS packaging), and my Elizabeth Taylor fantasy became a reality. That evening, I lounged in my cozy, yet glamorous pajamas, which were loose enough to allow my muffin top to breathe comfortably, yet had a feminine cut so that I still felt like a sex kitten on wheels.
The next week, I decided to get another pair, after the leopard print set got a couple more wears then I intended (luckily they wash nicely, too!) So I ordered the pink and white striped ones. After those arrived, I figured it really couldn't hurt to get just one more pair, so that I could at least have a weekly rotation.
Fast forward to present day, and I have now developed a serious aversion to clothing. In fact, there have been weekends where I unapologetically donned my luxurious sleepwear for a full 48 hours. There is just something so fun about prancing around your apartment, wine glass in hand, in silky matching PJ sets. Sure, I may be on in the heart of Brooklyn, but it makes me feel like I'm in a chic apartment in Paris being supported by a rich man who pays me to just look pretty all day.
So why the post? I just had to publicly confess that I have spent an ungodly amount of my hard-earned dollars on fucking PAJAMAS and I really think it's a problem. But I feel good, and that's what matters, right? So what's your guilty pleasure? What do you indulge in that makes you channel your inner Marilyn?
Fast forward to present day, and I have now developed a serious aversion to clothing. In fact, there have been weekends where I unapologetically donned my luxurious sleepwear for a full 48 hours. There is just something so fun about prancing around your apartment, wine glass in hand, in silky matching PJ sets. Sure, I may be on in the heart of Brooklyn, but it makes me feel like I'm in a chic apartment in Paris being supported by a rich man who pays me to just look pretty all day.
So why the post? I just had to publicly confess that I have spent an ungodly amount of my hard-earned dollars on fucking PAJAMAS and I really think it's a problem. But I feel good, and that's what matters, right? So what's your guilty pleasure? What do you indulge in that makes you channel your inner Marilyn?
I'm just about to buy these, but how do you wash them??
ReplyDeleteI just put them on the delicate cycle and let them hang dry!
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