The Subtle Decadence of My Pijama Collection
Finally.
For the last few weeks I've gotten a bunch of emails about my series called "these look just like boxers" (see Here, Here, Here, and Here). I was sort of ambiguous about why they looked just like boxers even if they obviously were. Well they are boxers, and then, again, they aren't. Indeed while J. Crew and the like sell these as boxers, I use them to sleep in. I can't explain it. It makes no sense, but there's something I really love about going to bed like some turn of the century, hotel-particular-living decadent wealthy poet. It's a cheap habit to maintain (especially when they're on sale). So here, I present you with my Pijama collection (yes, I know that's not how it's spelled anymore, but then again I'm not in kindergarden). For the longest time I would sleep in my boxer briefs, and eventually I got tired of it. Nobody really has sleepwear anymore that isn't repurposed sportswear or day old underwear, or those long billowy pajamas people wear with flip flops in high school on free dress days. Luckily, when I go into stores and I get boxers to sleep in, I don't ever really see them as boxers, but as my Pijamas. So without any more explanation, here is my collection.
Here is one of my favorites. They're an old LL Bean, Normal Rockwell like print of a New England hunter, on an olive green poplin. To say the least, they're very comfortable.
Some green Paisleys:
Pink end-on-end on Blue Polka Dots: