My pyjamas and I

I’ve become one with my pyjamas and I don’t even mind. I don’t like wearing tight clothes and haven’t really since I was 19, but these days most of my clothes are pretty snug. It’s not a problem when I’m at work or out and about, but as soon as I get back home I just want to get out of my increasingly tight tights and get into my pyjamas. Unfortunately, the pyjamas I had is a three years old Cos thing and it was pretty rank, resulting in me feeling pretty rank whenever I wore it, aka most of the time. Not ideal. So, I’ve been looking for a new pyjamas for several months but the only nice one I’ve managed to find is a Nufferton one. And I put it off for months and months, because there is a limit to how much I’m willing to pay for a pyjamas.

But there’s also a limit to how rank I want to feel, so yesterday I finally gave in and got myself a wonderful, new pyjamas. I should’ve bought it from the start, and isn’t that just the best feeling? When you finally get yourself something that you’ve been wanting for a long time.

I love it. And I can finally lounge around at home without feeling rank.


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