From her blog....
I started the Flannel Pajamas Club more than a year ago and posted the requirements for membership:
• You must love wearing your flannel pajamas.
• Simply loving them isn’t enough. You have to find any excuse to wear them.
• Possible excuses: “But I need to clean the house.” “My writing suffers if I’m not comfortable.” “It’s 3:00 pm.” ” It gets dark early.” “I just came home from work and I have to change my clothes, so why waste another outfit? I’ll just go straight to my pajamas.”
• More excuses: “If I must cook, then I have to wear my flannel pjs.” “But I’m drinking hot chocolate.“
• That’s all. Simple.
So, ok, I don't often wear flannel pajamas. I usually wear sweat pants and a tee shirt, until my daughter bought me this super comfortable Victoria's Secret nightgown for Christmas. It's ultra soft and comfy. But old habits die hard, so I generally wear sweatpants underneath. I know, I'm a real looker.... LOL!
Since I work from home, I am guilty of wearing my pajama's while talking on the phone to clients, typing contracts, writing invoices and paying bills. I'll cook breakfast, lunch or dinner while wearing them. I've shoveled snow in our driveway while wearing a coat over them. I've fished off the dock in Kentucky and went so far as to actually clean fish while wearing them. I've walked along the beach on Sanibel Island looking for shells and got soaked by the waves in my pajamas. I've driven my kids to school in the morning while wearing them. I'll even go across the street to our friends house while wearing them. I haven't gone geocaching in them yet, but you never know what tomorrow will bring.
The worst thing that ever happened to me in my pajama's (not this pair, but a really nice pair I got from the Disney store) was that I got skunked in them. I walked out to my car at 11:00 pm one summer night to get something and a skunk came around the garage, and sprayed me from 3 feet away! It was NOT good!!! I made the mistake of running into the house, jumped in the shower, and my husband dumped cans of tomato juice over my head. I scrubbed myself raw with soap and comet. The scent of skunk stayed with me for weeks. My house smelled to high heaven. Did I mention that it was NOT good???? To this day I cannot stand the smell of skunk. It makes me sick to my stomach. Plus I had to throw out my favorite pajama's.
Well, I was brave and posted a photo of me in my favorite jammies. Will you? Head over to Claudia's for the pajama party. I'm bringing margarita's and guacamole. Hangover's are optional.
