I admire all your planning, as I seem to pick something from the top of the disorganized clothes heap (which consists of geological layers with most recently worn at the top) and hope it has not been worn enough times to smell less like laundry detergent and more like a person (specifically, like a person multiplied by the number of days worn all day).
That is, if I even change out of pajamas before walking the dog. I just said this morning, "I don't mind walking the dog in pajamas early in the morning (that is, until 10AM) or late at night (anytime after dark), but I feel like I should put real clothes on if it's middle of the day." I mean, I don't even wear pajama pants to sleep (I do wear something, just not long pants), but I do put pajama pants on before venturing outside or even outside my bedroom. I did wear winter hiking boots outside in the grass today with pajamas - and paused to consider whether I might look ridiculous doing do - but the grass was wet - who wants slippers or sandals soaked by all that wet grass? NOTE: I live in an apartment community and I often say: "What happens in ____, stays in ____." Meaning: I like to think of all of us living here as a loose-knit family of sorts, and especially in the evening and early morning, seeing one another walking dogs in pajamas should be just as natural as seeing a roommate or relative settled in for the evening in an easy chair. I have considered often that I'd walk the dog within the neighborhood confines in pajamas, but if I had to venture onto any other public street, I would not - so I'm sure the community effect is partly at play here.
Female equivalent of the Bellman's curse: Will throw on sweater and drive someone to work or other errand in which I don't have to emerge from the car once there, without upper undergarment, but it's best applied because: Speedbumps. Or being seen in public, if going into the store or something. I don't know when that happened last due to poor planning, but it would necessitate layers of sweaters or preferably a heavy coat and maybe finding excuses to have poor posture (such as leaning over a grocery cart as if too tall to stand up straight, even though it's not really true) to hopefully escape notice. I'm learning it's best to just keep it on at all times unless actually in bed, despite the inconvenience and time needed (about 10 seconds; but only 2 to remove.) I know you'll file this under information you'll never need to use.
p.s. I don't actually know what the Bellman's Curse is, but I've decided not to look it up or ask what it is; I think I'd rather leave it a minor mystery.

I would drive children to school, hoping I never had to emerge from the car for some reason like an accident or car that failed to go. It never happened, but this was decades before having a cell phone. I refuse to wear that upper garment at all. When I was paid to go to work, I would reluctantly wear it. It hurts!
ReplyDeleteWhen I come home from any venture in the car where I was dressed. I take off all but my panties and put on a cotton nightgown. I have no problem wearing it to mailbox or to chickens or anywhere in my yard.
I firmly believe anyone should be able to perambulate the yard, including mailbox (in my case that's hallway of the building to check mail) in anything. People should realize that mail has to be gathered no matter how you are feeling and no matter what point it is in your day.
DeleteIt has been rumored that I have been known to remain in a nightgown all day sans bra.
ReplyDeleteI can not support(see what I did there?)or deny these scurrilous claims......
There have been some days I've gotten dressed around dinner time - and for me, that's just slightly different than pajamas - shorts/t-shirt. Yes, with the proper undergarment because I'm afraid of horrifying any unfortunate onlookers. Unless it's winter and heavy coat season. In that case, the prying eyes won't get past all the wool etc.
DeleteI usually don't go out in my PF's but I often go out hoping that I won't bump into anyone I see because of what I'm wearing. Comfort is the name of the game with me.
ReplyDeleteAgreed... Comfort - but sometimes I regret it when I see people I know in the store. Obviously, I don't care what the people I don't know think of me. :o)
DeleteHow on earth do you get your dog into pajamas?
ReplyDeleteI can barely get his harness on. He snarls and snaps (he's nervous) unless I provide treats. We have dog pajamas but he hasn't worn them much since puppyhood. So cute, though, to pretend my dog is an infant!
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