Today is one of those days I wouldn’t get out of my pajamas and it is on days like these that I praise the thin, spider web thin, idea that went into the universe and transformed the pj’s into a trend.
An excuse? Inspiration? Is it possible that it us who were the inspiration for the idea, in the first place? Our love for pj’s! We love them so much that we invented the excuse (a.k.a. trend, one of the very few ideal reasons behind a trend being born) to wear them in the streets. Setting the joke aside, why the f*ck not? When you go to bed, usually, you want to feel the comfiest – unless you’re Victoria Beckham and you only sleep naked next to your man or, you know, you’re a human being who happens to feel at your best (and free) when you’re naked – so you put pajamas on.
A fluffy cloud, warm bed, smooth sheets, coconut scent, the perfect mix of soft and hard pillow, smooshy-whooshy music, relaxed mind, floating body, sweet eyes, dreams takeover. The best vibe.
As walking around naked in the streets is not really an option, no matter the fashion trends, the next best is wearing your pajamas and all the things enumerated above that come along with it. Inspired by the loungewear of the ’20s and Coco Chanel, this one is here to stay. Yay!
Today is, also, one of those days to post a F*ck it on Instagram (but that is pretty redundant, right?) and then get away. From the phone. But you know the drill: one more scroll down and I’m done. Lucky me and my lucky fingers, however: lucky me for getting my spirit up post seeing a post of Leandra Medine and my lucky fingers for typing as we speak. We’re all into writing here, trains of thoughts, the little things in our going with the flow and feeling good, oh.
Leandra, of manrepeller.com, is my partner in crime when putting the pajamas on. I, sometimes, tend to close everything from the laptop to the phone and think that I must be coming from another planet or something, but then Leandra pops up and I’m back! Oh, the one or the thing that becomes your reality trick (check)! As pajamas can be!
Almost everyone looks human in pj’s. And I bet – I hope! – everyone gets out of the clothes worn on the planet Earth and into the pajamas and feels free on the planet each and every one of us chooses to inhabit.
Hey, you, this is, in part, because of you, too, asking me earlier today at the coffee shop whether or not I was wearing one. I wasn’t, but felt that I did.
Have you ever worn real pajamas, your going-to-bed pajamas anywhere? You did not and you call yourself human? Oh, the joy! It was a late Saturday evening and I went to go pick my partner-in-kissing from the airport. My excuse, back then, was the harsh winter that made me wear a floor length puffy jacket and Uggs. Nobody could see or know what I was wearing underneath that: the pj’s I had so cozily potato couched in before.
It’s the little things…
Today is also Saturday and it’s now 10 in the evening. Who cares no one is going to be online to read this? I am going out dancing! It must be the pajamas that I’m in and am about to wear to my favourite club and all of the things enumerated above!
The little things!