Amy Jeanne
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This should be a happy compromise for everyone
lol lol lol
I AM DYING
This should be a happy compromise for everyone
Incidentally (and this is 100% true): W.C. Fields ordered one of these (in terrycloth) for himself. Can you imagine what he must have looked like in it?
Like an overstuffed living room chair?
Sorry, but some people happen to believe that decorum still has a place in society even in 2012. Manners. Politeness. Respect. Decency. Taste.
Sorry, but somethings NEVER go out of style. People can dress like Lady GaGa if they like, or wear pyjamas outside, but I reserve the right to look down my nose at it.
The question is what to wear? The Harris tweed?
Well after reading this BBC news report about how the good people of Cardiff like nothing more than popping down to the supermarket in a pair of PJ’s and comfortable slippers.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/wales/8484116.stm
I thought tomorrow I will be mostly wearing pyjamas.
Well why not?
Not everyone in Britain is happy with pyjama-cladders out in public:
http://www.thefashionpolice.net/201...s-not-to-wear-pyjamas-for-the-school-run.html
I thought you were the little boy! :doh:
You know, I've been thinking about the Pajama wearing public a lot since this thread began.
I was also thinking of how when I was a kid, I, and many others like me, wanted so badly to be like adults. We wanted to dress like adults, drive cars, own houses, make money, do everything grown ups do. It seems so many people got so close, except for dressing the part! I think it's almost like a last grasp at youth.
That was me when I was a kid. Oh how I hated being a kid back then! I couldn't wait to be a grown-up! As far as the idea of taking that last grasp at youth, I get that. Only the difference is that the youth that I'd want to revisit, if it were at all possible, is that of 18-25, not eight-years-old!
That was me when I was a kid. Oh how I hated being a kid back then! I couldn't wait to be a grown-up! As far as the idea of taking that last grasp at youth, I get that. Only the difference is that the youth that I'd want to revisit, if it were at all possible, is that of 18-25, not eight-years-old!
Oh, you never miss being eight years old? I sure do miss being a kid that young now and then. When 'grown up' life gets me down, I think about how easy being a kid was. I sure don't wanna go back, though!
PJs in public is just a craze, like ... see-through blouses...
Ah, but that particular craze should never have ended.
I'd rather be fifty now than twenty again.
Meh. I prefer women that aren't so obvious about themselves.