How early is too early to get into your pyjamas?
With the nights drawing in and temperature cooling down, I thought it was time to address the etiquette of pyjamas. Specifically, what time to get into them, and what time to get out of them.
In many ways, I am not the best person to broach this particular subject. My views on pyjamas as perfectly suitable daywear are widely known and strongly held. But not many seem to adhere to my notion of pyjamas as the perfect Leisure Wear, superior in so many ways to any garment involving the use of velour or Lycra… Not that I’m ready to give up that war just yet. I shall live to fight another day.
In the meantime, however, I’m looking for suggestions. I found myself sliding into my pyjamas at 5pm today. Having worked hard all day, even slipping in a visit to the RTA for a licence renewal (it’s terrible, thank you), and then ferrying children to activities and outings, I found the lure of the flannel too strong to resist. As I did up the pink buttons on my brown-and-pink spotted two-piece, working it back with a lovely pair of dazzling white sports socks, I found myself wondering, briefly, ‘is it too early?’.
But no, I reasoned. My day was done. Visitors were unlikely. It was getting dark(ish) outside. There was just me, the boys, a casserole for dinner. Who would know? (Except you guys, of course…)
A small part of me considered the fact that I would die of embarrassment if a friend were to drop in unexpectedly. Much as I’d died of embarrassment when a lovely bloke I know managed to surprise me still in my pyjamas at 1pm one day. In my defense, it was the school holidays and I was trying to work and entertain children at the same time. It would have been okay… had I managed to clean my teeth at some stage. (Are you dying with me?)
Looking at that record, I am getting very close to wearing my pyjamas 24/7, am I not? It’s a good thing I have school drop-offs to consider.
What’s the rule at your place? Is it ever too early for pyjamas? Or too late, for that matter?