Hibernation

. It's a Scottish word for nightgown jingl Mine is actually a kaftan whereas, my Granny's was a long lacy Victorian affair and always referred to it as her goonie.

I thought a "goonie" is what Little Rabbit Foo Foo is turned into.

Oh! I have Marks and Sparks wincyette goonies then. Very cosy.

I am very fond of my goonies.

Pompa do you realise you have something in common with the clothes designer Vivienne Westwood ? You both go commando.

Just woke up without any dreams of commandos wearing bras. However I am not properly awake as I thought that Angus was declaring his love of wearing a silk nightie. Must pay more attention, sorry Agus.

I love my comfy stretchy "yoga pants" and fleece so much that I now have a mental struggle with myself before wearing anything else. The family are appalled -another advantage!

Showered, dressed and ready to out by 8am this morning, must be a first.
Glad I didn't feature in any nightmares.

If I'm in my nightclothes, but not in bed then it's a clear indication that:
a) I'm ill
OR
b) the lodger's away and we have no other guests

I have breakfast and two mugs of coffee to wake myself up, then get dressed. My idea of slobbing is to wear a pair of jeans with a bit of stretch! Although I love leggings, I need something a bit warmer at this time of year so tend to wear them under jeans, after a bath. I don't go into pjs until bed time. It's my father's training. He hated us wearing our nighties for Sunday breakfast but my mother let us, because she wanted to slob too.

A few years ago when staying with a sister she got changed after tea into her pjs and I was so shocked! She had managed to kick off the brainwashing that I had not.

littleflo

My father was the same jane, could be why I am rebelling now

You're not alone!

I have to take the dog out about ten so no pjs for me. I do agree about the feeling of hibernation setting in though.