Perhaps I missed the fashion memo but I prefer to think I have been in denial. At first, I thought it was a fad but fads fade. When in hell, did it become fashionable to wear pajamas in public?
If you don’t know what I am talking about you have not been to Walmart lately. Well that is not really fair to Walmart. Yesterday, I saw just as many people in their PJ’s at my local grocery store as I do on any given day at the retail super giant.
In fact, I was at the post office at 3:00 in the afternoon when a woman burst in behind me in a lovely flannel ensemble.
Now, I have admitted to you freely, that I am a tad on the lazy side when it comes to certain things like walking my dog and drive through window pick ups, but I do get dressed in the morning.
Even when I take my trash out, I wouldn’t get caught dead in a baggy pair of sweats. I mean it is not like I dress to the nines to haul my Hefty’s to the curb, but I feel that at least a decent pair of jeans is required.
Ok, if I am having an exceptionally bad hair day, I might have a baseball cap on my head, but I am dressed.
I remember years ago, when I was a kid, my mother got railroaded into being a narrator for a play. In her role, the character appeared on stage in her night gown and cap. My mother was humiliated that the audience would see her in her sleepwear. Now, she would be considered over dressed for the part.
I personally would like to know how this super, casual trend got started. Some people blame students and say it first manifested in college cafeterias. Others blame the retail giant itself for creating a line of fleece and flannel that were just too good to be hidden under the bed covers.
I guess, the real question is, if you are wearing your pajamas in public, what in the heck are you wearing to bed? Maybe you have two sets; your good going out on the town, lounge wear and your ratty, just for sleeping nighty? Or perhaps you just wear the same outfit for the entire day? Less laundry right?
I have to say the real kicker for me, was when I saw a husband and wife team, dressed in their matching one piece footies, in the store today. No shoes, just the pajama footies. I can only imagine the undesirable organisms that attached themselves to the bottom of their soles as they traversed through the parking lot.
Nope, I guess I was just not born to be a trendy, fashion queen.
