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Michael Jackson, Munford darling. Michael Jackson.

It's all about the children.

My 26-year-old sister is obsessed with Jumpin' Jammerz.

www.jumpinjammerz.com

I, too, have noticed the fashion trend lately and wondered about it.

However, while sitting at a cabin on the White River/Buffalo River this frosty morning, I did throw on a sweatshirt to match my flannel pajama bottoms when I went out to meet the garage door repair people. I doubt if I will wear the look if I make it into town today.

Glad to see you back, Norma.

Happy New Years to all!

I must admit I have worn my jammie bottoms to one little store near my house just to pick up cigarettes early in the morning. The owners have known me for nearly 40 years, so I don't think they even look to see if I have pants on any more. I saw a young black guy at the Mall last year wearing my same jammie bottoms. I thought that was pretty strange and then I thought...what is there about a young person that doesn't seem strange to me in my old age.

I'm sure when I was young I wore something strange to the new Mall and some old geezer shook his head as I proudly marched by knowing I was fine...as fine a white boy at the Mall as there ever was. Since then, my opinion of myself has lowered with each passing year. I assume at some point I'll feel so rotten I'll never leave the house again. When you lose yer fine.......it's a terrible thing. I cry and cry.

I suppose I'm a culprit too. I took the beast out quickly at 9:00 Am for a quick pee and set out the
recycle box and disposable bag, all in my uncoordinated flannel pjs and super warm micro fiber
"house-shoes." The beast didn't seem to mind. She did notice I was shaking mightily.

Back in the 80s everyone wore sweats. Think it's time for a retro-fitting.

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A big to do a few months ago in China; seems they passed a law to get everyone out of their PJs in public. Kinda hard to do there as the fashion design folks all come from the school of PJ design. Mao is no doubt spinning in the dustbin.

I've found those flannel lay abouts in all the loud and/or putrid colors found in all the big chains work nicely for a stop in the git & go.

CammackLife,
BUFFALO CITY?
Gets cold as shit there!
I don't usually wear PJ's, but I did have this same conversation with my mom over the weekend, about a friend of my folks doing the same thing.
S'pose I'll have to get some to wear to the bowling alley.

I first saw this just after last Christmas when a woman had in tow at K-Mart a pre-teen girl clad in red PJs, red robe and red fluffy slippers. I thought it was "common" if you get my drift, except mom was well pulled together, didn't really look "common" at all. (Come to think of it, I guess kiddie was well pulled together too, with everything perfectly matched.)
I suppose Norma's right, at least in that instance. It's all about the children. (If you want to wear that, darling, go right ahead.)
Reminds me of the year I was seven or eight, I got cotton slips, prettily trimmed with eyelet, for Christmas. They were so pretty I endlessly bragged to my best friend. They were as pretty as any dress. Well, I bragged until she told me if they were so pretty I should just wear them as dresses.
Fortunately, even at that age, I had some sense of decorum. If I'd made it out of the house in that get-up -- not likely -- I'd have been kicked out of elementary school.
Say, someone with a dictionary more up-to-date than mine, is the word decorum obsolete?
Oh, and while we're on the subject, can someone explain "chef pants" that look a lot like men's pajama bottoms to me?

My wife has made this a favorite thing to do. In fact, i've gotten in on the action. I went to Fresh Market and Belk yesterday in fleece pants and a fleece jacket. I did, however, wear sneaks and not house shoes. have to draw the line somewhere.

Oh, and if you happen to see me in my yard in purple animal spotted flannel pajamas, orange clogs, who knows what color heavy socks, a white terry robe, gray hooded sweatshirt, brown cotton work gloves -- I don't know where my pretty blue-green knit ones are -- and swinging a broom over my head . . .
Well, you might just want to look the other way because I'm threatening the dog with great bodily harm if he tries to scale the fence again. Understand, the dog and I get along most of the time, but he CLIMBS the fence -- actually CLIMBS it.

Here' what I like to do at Fresh Market. You'll probably notice me there. Pushing a cart . . .

. . . wearing a $45 Brooks Brothers men's flannel nightshirt over $30 metallic Danskins with $850 Manolo Blahnik pumps under a $1,250 cashmere bathrobe fondling produce alternatives.

They generally give me 10% off just to help me out with my bags.

elW: "I took the beast out quickly at 9:00 Am for a quick pee and set out the
recycle box and disposable bag, all in my uncoordinated flannel pjs and super warm micro fiber
"house-shoes."

Why did I have to read this sentence several times to get the correct meaning? :-)

The last day before the holiday break was "Jammies Day" at my kid's school. He got to wear his PJs, Teddy Bear robe, and slippers. (He packed sneakers in his backpack for recess.) It was a real time-saver that morning. Instead of my usual harping on him to get dressed, we made a game of the leisure of it all.

I got no problem with people wearing jammies out in public.

I figure by the time these baby boomers hit old age.. rolling oxygen carts, IV drips, and backless hospital gowns will be fashionable.

I just hope by the time I get to that age.. the youngsters behind me are into tunics.

I have these small memories of the days when ladies used to either dress to the nines for any shopping excursion.. or dash to the grocery store in their house shoes.. while shopping through the isles smoking cigarettes.... putting them out in the middle of the aisles without a thought... May have been in poor taste, but it was in the wealthy neighborhoods.. and the confidence it represented... was of a time when citizens, customers, workers were always right. At least much more so than today.

Cammack -

You are the only living person on earth in possession of an autographed plaque by ME.

I'm sure you appreciate the accompanying prestige.

I hope you have displayed it appropriately, in the most popular room in your home, the one most-used, most-visited, whatever that room may be.

That's where I belong, HeartLight.

P.S. Let me know before you auction plaque on eBay. I already have buyers in S.F. and Buenos Aries.

Or, is it true what I've heard: "I wouldn't give this up for anything!"

If so . . . we're spiritually bound, CammackLife.

Best New Year Ever!

Trust me.

It WILL be.

(Don't you LOVE how everybody else thinks this is silly? Don't you LOVE how nobody knows how overdue you are for a year as wonderful as 2009 finally brings you? Don't you LOVE how nobody knows how much you deserve it, after the last few?)

Cammack, my stupid plaque was your first clue that 2009 opens doors you never even dreamed existed.

Look. I'm still in my Crystal Ball phase. My 2009 Predictions forthcoming at clicky.

This is an insistent spillover just for you.

Prepare to be constantly amazed, over the next 12 months.

There may have been a time when one would get dressed up to go a'flyin' on an airplane. Today, not so much -- the airlines hardly deserve such effort.

Think about it -- few p.j.'s would cause problems at a metal detector. House shoes come on and off with ease. It's the perfect flying ensemble!

Heck, when one is going Kroger-ing, or Wal-Mart-ing, what's the point in looking nice? They cut corners on style to save money, so why can't the shopper?

Clothes are clothes are clothes. We wouldn't have them anyway except someone decided long ago it was too shameful to go without, and consequently shamed everyone else into getting dressed.

>>Why did I have to read this sentence several times to get the correct meaning? :-)<<

Perplexed, the recycle and disposables have to go on the front of house curb. Dog can go there too. I have to in the back yard, in daytime.

R U straight now?
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I'm guessing, eLwood, that the problem sentence was the one about hauling out the beast for a pee.....I had to read that 3 times myself. I think if God had wanted us to wear clothes, she wouldn't have had us all born naked. Free yourself!

Almost every time I walk my dogs at the neighboring college, I see girls headed for class in PJ bottoms and huge, enormous, giant fuzzy houseshoes. I couldnt take a step in those things without killing myself. Thats the only reason I quit wearing my Manolos too, yall know. ;) They always have jackets on so I never know if they have on PJ tops or not, but i would guess they do.

My ex used to call his ex the beast, so i wondered at first if you two knew each other. I didnt catch the more interesting meaning until i read DBI's last post. thank you for educating me again, sir. ;)

I only go out in my flannel PJ bottoms and/or sweats when Im walking the dogs for the last time at night, and i have my running pants on under there, not that there's a snowball's chance in hell I will run. But we live in a little complex on a cul-de-sac and there's not a whole lot of traffic when I walk my hounds at 11 p.m. Im decent and covered up for the neighbors' sake, my flannel pants cover more than some outfits ive worn when i was young and thought I was fine, too, as DBI says, I guess.

I have bad feets now, which is a great big pain in the tail if youve never experienced bad feets, so I have to wear 2-3 pair of socks at all times. Even shoes. Every single time I go out. when I was younger I'd go out barefoot in the snow with the dogs for just a quick bidness trip for them. Putting on shoes just seems like a useless waste of my time to me, especially the ones that tie. my sons used to confiscate my flipflops or any kind of clogs they caught me with because I have a bad habit of busting my tail while wearing them so i have become much more selective about the shoes I buy; I insist that I never pay less than $3 for a good pair of shoes now.

DoI: Decorum the WORD is fine, it's the action/behavior that's obsolete these days, and it is just FINE to don PJ's out, according to me. Prefer the French Maid style on the girlies, and I just got some VERY cool camo PJ's and you may have to look twice to bust me (NO matching tops - a dead give-away)! But fuzzy slippers? I don't think so...
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What DBI said. I wasn't being critical, just finding humor....

MEE2 perplexed. I guess I'm the only one who got my humor.

Rick:

Buffalo City is exactly right! And it has been a beautiful day here and hopefully will be the for the rest of the week. Haven't managed any trout fishing yet, but may do that later in the week.

Norma, I cherish the plaque and cannot imagine any circumstance that would lead me to relinquish it, so I doubt if you will see it on Ebay.

I appreciate your confidence that my 2009 will be a good one. I usually do have good years, however, so I am not sure why you seem to feel my last few have been less than desirable.

eLW, I should have read your second one twice. Then I would have gotten both of them... But I save my backyard for my dogs.

Before that whole pregnancy thing, I don't think I ever emerged from my abode in sweatpants unless there was an actual chance of sweatage. Which means, prolly not since high school.

Caught myself leaving the house in sweats today for a grocery store run. I'm down about 30 from my top weight last month, which means the maternity stuff no longer fits but I'm not quite ready to pull on the old jeans yet. I've been feeling a bit embarassed by the situation, but am not quite vain enough to order or purchase in-between clothes that I will likely only wear for a month or so. Seem strange for a tie-dye clad woman like me? Well, you have to draw the line somewhere.

Still, once I am back in my pre-maternal wardrobe, I plan to once again banish the sweats to their proper place -- on the hubster's side of the wardrobe.

o.k...I guess pajamas are acceptable attaire but I draw the line with CROCS [and house shoes at Kroger].

In the Heights, I could walk to the closest 'Package store' in less than 2 minutes- pull on sweat pants, Tuck the ol' nightshirt in, and shuffle in house shoes to Yancey's, in line w/ the other old farts w/ their nightshirts and house shoes.