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.
I'll wear the slounge clothes as far as the dumpster. That's it.
I didn't get my habits from my parents. Just what is convenient- wherever I take them off. When travelling, it's convenient to leave them in the bed because then I know where they are, and they are out of the way.
Dudes, I'm probably going to see a BABY BORN this weekend!!! IRL! Apparently, the reality of this is incrementally creeping into my head. Holy shit! It's just so freaking awesome. I admit, it is something I've alway hoped to be a part of at some point in life, but never thought it terribly likely. Wow, just...wow. Now lets hope her labor does like it did with the other two and I make it there in time.
If I am rewearing nightclothes they go under the pillow, or tossed in that direction. I pretty much change them daily. This is likely climate related. I like to go to bed in something clean. If it were practical I would change the sheets daily. MIL changes her pillow case daily.
I am the worst about going out undressed. Routinely walk the dog in jammies or next to nothing. I almost always drive my son to school in jammies. Nightclothes tend to be a tank top and loose shorts, so perfectly acceptable to walk around the neighborhood, in the dark.
Pete called her "hoodie-wearing scum" the rest of that day. In Jilli's defense, though, it was
damned
cold. The hoodie was necessary, and not visible in the least (apart from the hood) underneath the gorgeous goth attire.
Dudes, I'm probably going to see a BABY BORN this weekend!!! IRL!
That is very cool. I've only seen my own, and was distracted at the time.
That's a pretty big Wow, sarameg
Thank god they had Skellington swag, or I don't know how I'd cope.
