The first thing I do when I walk into my house is fling my bra. Sometimes it lands on my tripod, door knob or baby grand - but it lands and it's not on me. I am into comfort. I also take off all my silver jewelry and slide my body into a pair of worn flannel pajamas - leopard of course. The elastic is blown and I can barely feel anything around my waist. My feet find their way into a pair of fuzzy slippers. I put my hair into one of those wonderful clips and I'm set for the evening. I don't like to be confined and love soft worn fabrics.
Of course, not everyone can be this relaxed. They have to look good. Well, I like to look good myself but my priorities are in how I feel and tight-fitting night clothes aren't for me. I do have bunches of sweats and like them well washed. I chop out the neck, arms and legs for added comfort.
Since Miz Ina inspired me to write this little ditty with her Jammie article, I feel compelled to ask you, what kind of clothes do you hang around in. Are they nice and worn and comfortable? Thanks and I want honesty! Salud.