Friday, September 11, 2009

Friday Five: PJ's

Sophia at RevGals writes: As the weather cools off into a lovely fall, my son and daughter are rediscovering their joy in cozy footed "pajammies"--though not to sleep in. They love to hang out in the pjs before bed or in the morning, but when it's time to actually sleep they strip to their skivvies! Good thing they finally have their own rooms, now that they are getting older.

Without going to TMI land, share with us your sleepwear memories and preferences....

1. What was your favorite sleeping attire as a child? And did you call them pjs, pajamas (to rhyme with llamas), pajamas (to sort of rhyme with bananas), jammies, or ???
I liked any nightgown that made me feel pretty!

2. Favorite sleepwear put on your own little ones, or perhaps those you babysat? (Bonus points if you made it).
I loved those cute little sleep sacks when they were just a few months old in the winter.

3. How about today-do you prefer nightgown, pajamas, undies, or au naturel?
When in my own bed at home, I prefer a simple cotton nightgown.

4. Silky smooth or flannel-y cozy?
neither, really...if it's too silky, I feel cold and usually flannel makes me sweat.

5. Socks or bare feet?
Definitely bare feet.

Bonus: Funny story regarding sleepwear (or the lack thereof).
My mom used to love to buy my younger sister and I matching nightgowns or pj's to open on Christmas Eve. This was charming when we were both pretty little, but became kind of embarrassing as I entered into my teenage years. For instance, when I was 13 years old and my sister was 6 years old, we received Rainbow Brite nightgowns.

You know this obnoxious, stupid character from the 1980's...

Well, about three weeks after Christmas, our house caught fire and we had to run out of our house early in the morning for our safety. What had I put on to sleep in the night before? Yep, that frickin' Rainbow Brite nightgown! Even worse, I had to wear it over to my friend's house because I needed to borrow some clothes because all of mine were now torched. Yes, all of my clothes were torched...except for that damn Rainbow Brite nightgown! Funny how I can still feel my consternation and mortification very, very keenly 24 years later!

6 comments:

Sue said...

Oh my. So sorry about the house fire, but I'm glad you were safe, despite the nightgown. :)

Mompriest said...

those early embarrassing moments don't leave us easily...even when we see how silly they are...sigh...glad the fire though was not worse.

MaineCelt said...

Gosh, you never would have become my friend at seminary if I'd known THAT... ;-) The only thing good about the eighties was that they sensitized (some of?)us to the perils of pop culture and mindless consumer avarice. Oh, wait. Bruce Springsteen was good. Also U2.

Crimson Rambler said...

oh mercy. You made me laugh right out loud ...and for that I thank you!

zorra said...

I'm sorry you were in a fire! Glad you were OK, though. (Glad to see you back, too.)

Word verification: bling. Really. NOT applicable to Rainbow Brite nightgowns.

revhipchick said...

very cute--rainbow brite, eh? i too am glad the fire was not worse but it is a very cute story!

once i made the girls matching nightgowns for xmas eve but now i buy them. i'll remember NOT to do matching! ;)