*my pajamas*
i love my pajamas. in december, i was buying presents for my family and of course, i did a little shopping for myself. as usual when i go on a little spending spree, i made my way to the lingerie ready to take on a statement that would lighten some of the winter blahs i had been feeling. i strolled the racks thinking a short baby-doll nightie might do the trick. of course, whoever designs these things has not the slightest inkling of what makes a woman feel attractive and the best i could find was whorish, so i changed my thinking.
about the time i decided to hold onto my cash, my eye turned to an interesting print on the far side of at least four over-flowing, buy me for christmas racks. there hanging on those racks i would find the objects of my affection. the main fancy of the ensemble lies in the pants, wide-legged with an elastic wasteband, dark blue print with shooting stars and clouds. i like to wear them low enough on my hips that they sag around my ankles. for some reason i have a weird thing about wearing pants a bit low so my stomach is free from restraint...it all really began with pulp fiction i think, but i won't elaborate....
the top is a dark-blue, tight-fitting tank with a fuzzy white cloud on the chest. the tightness of the tank really complements the baggy drawers. there's just something so casually sexy about this look.
so, i grabbed them off the rack at first glance and went home. i couldn't wait to wear them. i stopped in at bath & body works and picked up some of my favorite lotion, the one that makes guys ask, "what are you wearing?" and booked it on home. my apartment at the time had a full wall of mirrors and i stood staring at myself modeling my latest purchase happily. they were just what i was hoping to find. you see, i just don't understand what the manufacturers of pajamas are thinking when they design sexy lingerie....i just don't appreciate the crotchless, see-through, leopard prints and the garter belts.
give me my blue pj's...i'll pull up my hair in a clip with wisps tapering my neck, put on a little of that heavenly smelling lotion i assigned as my signature fragrance, and drag my wasteband down to the points of my hips. you'd think i was freaking venus, the way i feel. confident and sexy and just as importantly, comfortable. like i said, i love my pajamas.