Nothing beats a pair of men’s flannel bottoms and your favorite old t-shirt with a comfy hoodie thrown over (on the cold days). Let’s face it: they don’t make women’s flannels as well as men’s and most of them have NO POCKETS! What’s up with that? I love my pants pockets and I expect them in my jammies too!
I think better in my PJs. I write better in my PJs. I compose music better in my PJs. I walk my dog around the neighborhood in my PJs. I don’t mind my neighbors seeing me walk my dog in my PJs. Truth is: if I could make enough money from my writing and not have to go stand in front of a class and lecture, I’d live the rest of my days in my PJs.
Is this because I’ve made it to 50? I’m 51-years-young now and I just like life to be more comfortable and that begins with what I wear. So, before the joy of cleaning and being the sous-chef in the run up of cooking and preparation for Thanksgiving (we’re having 12 natives and pilgrims over for a Thanksgiving feast), I think I’m going to jam in my jammies. Time to pull out my little keyboard and microphone and get to work on a new song about PJs. I’m going to write a little ditty about what I’m thankful for and begin with “I’m thankful for my PJs.”
Pajamas. What a great word! Jam time!
Happy (day-before) Thanksgiving!