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In praise of flannel pyjamas
Jan. 7th, 2015 07:58 amWhen I moved to Canada six years and a half years ago, it was summer and I was trying to save packing space, so a few things got left in England. I'd always worn nice warm flannel PJs through the winter, the kind with pretty check patterns and piped edging, because they were warm and my bedroom in England was bloody freezing.
My PJs were old and tatty (and way too big), so when I needed to jetison some weight, they got booted. Which was fine, it was summer, who needs warm PJs?
Then winter came. And I didn't know my way around very well yet, didn't know where might sell good pyjamas, so I bought some cheap things that were basically long-sleeved t-shirts and cotton trousers, both very thin. Not exactly warm. They were okay until December, and then I needed something warmer.
So I bought some lovely flannel PJs. Warm and comfy...and my mother came to visit for Christmas and helped me with my laundry, and shrank them. I don't even know how she did that.
For reasons that I really can't remember now, I decided that it was it. Destiny had spoken. I'd stick with my thin t-shirts and cotton trousers. And I froze my way through the nights that winter, despite many blankets, because bedrooms should be cold and I learned this lesson too well from my mother. Cold bedrooms are healthy.
I have now frozen my way through multiple winters, replacing my t-shirts with more t-shirst and piling on blankets to no avail. I figured that I just needed to toughen up, to learn to endure winter, and get used to being constantly cold for three months in the year.
Until.
Last week, I popped into a store and some PJs I'd admired before were on sale. They're flannel. They're purple and black, with a fine silver thread woven through. They're piped with purple. They had exactly one set in my size.
Readers, I am in love. I have finally remembered what it's like to not be frozen all night in January. They're wonderful.
I went onto the store website last night and ordered myself another pair (ivory with blue). You can take my flannel PJs from my cold dead hands.
Mother is not going to be allowed to help with my laundry as long as these babies are in rotation.
My PJs were old and tatty (and way too big), so when I needed to jetison some weight, they got booted. Which was fine, it was summer, who needs warm PJs?
Then winter came. And I didn't know my way around very well yet, didn't know where might sell good pyjamas, so I bought some cheap things that were basically long-sleeved t-shirts and cotton trousers, both very thin. Not exactly warm. They were okay until December, and then I needed something warmer.
So I bought some lovely flannel PJs. Warm and comfy...and my mother came to visit for Christmas and helped me with my laundry, and shrank them. I don't even know how she did that.
For reasons that I really can't remember now, I decided that it was it. Destiny had spoken. I'd stick with my thin t-shirts and cotton trousers. And I froze my way through the nights that winter, despite many blankets, because bedrooms should be cold and I learned this lesson too well from my mother. Cold bedrooms are healthy.
I have now frozen my way through multiple winters, replacing my t-shirts with more t-shirst and piling on blankets to no avail. I figured that I just needed to toughen up, to learn to endure winter, and get used to being constantly cold for three months in the year.
Until.
Last week, I popped into a store and some PJs I'd admired before were on sale. They're flannel. They're purple and black, with a fine silver thread woven through. They're piped with purple. They had exactly one set in my size.
Readers, I am in love. I have finally remembered what it's like to not be frozen all night in January. They're wonderful.
I went onto the store website last night and ordered myself another pair (ivory with blue). You can take my flannel PJs from my cold dead hands.
Mother is not going to be allowed to help with my laundry as long as these babies are in rotation.
