PJ’s All Darn Day!

You know how every neighborhood has a “cat lady”? You know, the lady who has an inordinate number of mewing, stinky cats running in and out of her house? Her hair is usually disheveled, she is usually over the age of 60, and you can smell the litterboxes from about a block up. Well in my old neighborhood, I used to be the dog-walking leopard-robe lady. Back then I worked from home, and so I had no reason to get out of my admittedly garish robe all day, since no one was going to be seeing me. I’d take my dog for her morning walk alongside people entering and exiting the building in their proper work attire, and get a few humored glances here and there. To boot, much like the cat lady, my sassy-when-styled bob was not quaffed for a night out, and often stuck up on the side I sleep on like a rooster, adding to the illusion that I was neither gainfully employed, nor sane. It takes a lot of self-esteem to walk around outdoors in a leopard robe that practically looks like a Snuggie and wearing a pair of Crocs, or else that person is just too far gone to care.

In many ways, I am proud that I can stand to look…well, so comfortable, even at the price of looking less than my best. When I dress, I dress to impress. But when I am loafing, I am serious about REALLY loafing. Life is just too short to care what people think every second of the day. Now, sad as this is, my leopard robe was recently forced into early retirement. I was cooking vegetable potstickers, and when I took the pan off the burner, I hadn’t turned it off yet. My sleeve hovered over the flame, and being a cheap acrylic as it was, it instantly started to melt. Not burn—I said MELT! Now don’t worry—yours truly came out of this incident physically unscathed (though I did sort of feel dumb), but that is more than I can say for the robe. The charred, crispy edge of the sleeve came to resemble a melted plastic, and though my diminutive pride would have continued to allow me to wear the darn thing anyway, the fried edge was scratchy and rough against my tender skin, and I had to let go of the whole thing. RIP, leopard-robe lady.

And though she’s gone, she is not forgotten. I intend on buying not another robe this time (those dangling sleeves and ties are a fire hazard (!), but a fabulous pair of rockin’ pajamas. “Jammies”, “PJ’s”…whatever you call them…I call them pure “comfort”! Because even though I don’t work from home anymore, the first thing I want to do when I get back there is wriggle out of my work clothes and into those jammies! Because nothing say comfort and decadence quite like spending most of your time in them. And if I had a word of advice for my readers, it would be this: get yourself some comfy PJ’s, and then put them on! I don’t care if you sleep in the buff (I do too), but when you lounge around your house, you need to be wearing something so comfortable, you forget it is there. And unlike my leopard atrocity, you don’t have to sacrifice looks for comfort. I’ve got three stores you simply MUST visit, to get your next pair of cute, fun, or sassy pajamas. If tres chic is your thing, try BedHeadpjs.com. Their sassy collection of mens and womens PJ’s, robes, gowns, lounge wear and bedding will have you whipping out that credit card in no time. Hatley.com is the perfect spot to find kids PJ’s as well as some comfy finds for women. SleepyHeads.com is a must-visit quirky site that has a great and interesting collection (my fave right now is the “Frankie and Johnny Puccini Lounger Pajama”) of really fun, silly, and simply wonderful designs. So what are you waiting for? Get comfort, get lazy, and get yourself into a pair of PJ’s before the sun goes down. And be sure of course to stop by 58Coupons.com. Not just because we love you, but because we treat you right. Nab our latest and greatest coupons and saving codes for SleepyHeads, Hatley, and BedHead...and sweet dreams!