I'll wear a robe and slippers to drive my husband to the train station pretty often. It makes me feel like Sheen Easton, or a terrible cliche, I'm not sure which. But the beauty of that is no one sees me, I'm in the car the whole time. I'll go out to get the paper in my robe in the morning, but otherwise I try to be fully dressed for my neighbors.

Oh, and the soul patch. That weirds me out. I can't stop looking straight at it.

Word. All I can think of is its alternate name -- and that just feels way too familiar.

I remember my Grandmother keeping her folded nightgown under the pillow. She was from central Missouri. I always put my nightclothes on a corner of the dresser or, if I'm feeling particularly fastidious, in a drawer.

ita - we do the pillow thing. sounds like your relative was more put out that she had to find another place for hers.

I sometimes run out to the car in my robe. Don't think I could drive around in it though.

I did ride from Shreveport back to Dallas in my PJ's one Easter. I changed in the car while my friend was driving. We hit really bad traffic and by the time we made it out, he had to make a stop. I thought I'd go in and get some coffee or something and found out to my horror and to the joy of half the parking lot at the Psychedelic Dairy Queen at I-20 and Hwy 69 that I'd buttoned the shirt over the belt so that when I unhooked it and tried to get out, I flashed my boobs.

It's only a few blocks to the train station. I wouldn't drive any further than that without getting dressed. I'd be mortified if I had to stop for gas or had a flat tire or something.

I used to go to "brunch" at the cafeteria in my robe all the time in college and thought nothing of it. I knew my fellow students better than I know my current neighbors, though.

I'm trying to remember what I did as a kid, generally the pajamas were tossed on the foot of the bed, I think. That held me till college and moving out on my own, until it suddenly dawned on me that freshly laundered sheets felt too damned good to waste them on a pajamed body and I never looked back.

My comfy robe hangs on a hook on the door.

Nightclothes are draped over the foot of the bed. Slounging clothes (stretch velvet skirts or bloomers, worn with gothy baby tees) go either in the bottom drawer of the lingerie chest, or also draped at the foot of the bed, depending on the amount of fluffy skirts and petticoats occupying floor space.

Fight it juliana, fight it!

juliana, I wore a hoodie in DisneyWorld. I had to! It was freezing one day. Of course, it was a t-shirt weight hoodie, and it fit under my Victorian-esque jacket. But still, I now own a hoodie.

But still, I now own a hoodie.

I think my world view just got a kick in the head.

I think my world view just got a kick in the head.

It has Jack Skellington on it, does that make it better? And it's one of the types that doesn't have a zip-front, you just pull it over your head like a t-shirt.