I spent last week buying new clothing. First of all, Gary complained that it had been a year and a half of me wearing pajamas to do gardening and to get the mail. (As a man at work asked me to clarify: “He’s just now annoyed by this, or it took him a year and a half to say anything,” which suggests that Gary is hesitant to complain, and at that I laughed uproariously.)
In my defense, I don’t sleep in tank tops and sweat pants like the Kids Today, instead I’m in large tailored cotton pajamas with piping, buttons, and patterns. If I was to switch to comfy clothing that can transition from day to night to middle of the night to the next morning then all the way to bed again, which is my intent, I would need some tanks and sweats.
My first purchase was a flamingo pink lightweight “sweat” suit, too thin to make anyone sweat unless t-shirts are too hot for you.
It was nice in that it did indeed transition from night to day, and as long as I kept my laptop screen angled to display just neck-up on Zoom calls it looked like a nice rosy pink shirt.
It had only been half a day before I was in a Zoom call with just two other ladies and I found others carefully positioned our laptops and cameras so pajamas were disguised.
I shared that I was also disguising my lack of bra, and angled my laptop for the full frontal.
Much hilarity. I’m always happy to go for the cheap shock-based laugh, but this time I blushed as pink as the shirt, because I haven’t seen the girls from that angle, so jumbled they looked like a Picasso painting.
So that prompted a few more purchases: Day-to-Night-Transitional sweats that have a little more substance, and what I hope is a similarly transitional sports bra. I suppose Amazon needs extra time to find a 40 DDD sports bra that zips up the front.