'Hi, my name is Nettie and I'm a PJ-aholic.'
This was the text message I sent my beloved to inform him of the addition I had made to my pyjama collection.
I just couldn't help myself. I was out shopping last weekend with my sisters and I saw at least six pairs of jarmies that, if I had a much, much larger disposable income, would have found a new owner. Instead I settled on one pair, that were reduced right down for Mother's Day (bargain!).
So now I have : three pairs of flannelette PJ's, my new ones that are pink with froggies on lillipads, my neon orange ones with moo cows and daisies and my bright pink ones with love hearts and ladybugs (although really I should throw these out as they're falling apart, but I refuse.)
I also have a pair of winter black satin jarmies with an embroidered rose. Then I have two pairs of summer satin jarmies, both blue, one with teddy bears and one with whales.
Up until very recently I also had another two pairs of pink satin PJ's, one pair I gave to the Salvos as they were much too big for me and I rather looked like a giant musk Lifesaver in them and the other pair I gave to my older sister who needed a new pair and really liked those.
Christian says my 'spare pair' excuse is wearing a tad thin...
I don't even really know why I buy jarmies and I can't pinpoint when it started as I've not always done it. I just can't walk past a gorgeous pair and not think about adding it to my collection.
Oh, and I apologise if this is too much information for you all, but the really, really silly thing about the whole situation is I don't even wear pyjamas to bed! Yup. that's right, I get twisted and tangled and can't stand it, so I sleep in the nip. I own six pairs of PJ's and they only get worn around the house.
But then again I guess obsessions aren't supposed to be logical.
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- Nettie
- Perth, Australia
- If I could be any animal I chose, it would be a wolf. Wolves are pack animals, fiercely loyal, they protect their own. They mate for life, love to play and don't take themselves too seriously. The life of a wolf is a good one.
9 comments:
I want to come up with a smart-alec remark but I'm stuck on the nude-snoozing.
Seriously though, I feel for you. I have this insane need to accept computer bits that sane people throw away. We are freaks. Accept this and be free.
*adjusts webcam in Nettie's room*
PJ's are your comfort garb before bedtime, right? Just the right garb to meet the requirements of modesty prior to your turning in for the night ...unless I misunderstand you and you run around in the buff all the time...
*runs back to the webcam tapes for "research"*
Hehehe...
I now have three full pairs of PJs and two extra pairs of PJ trousers and... I don't wear them to bed either!
;-)
Add me to the "owns PJs but sleeps in the buff" list too :)
*adjusts multiple feeds on other remote webcams*
;)
Nettie, your PJs are for you to look cute in!
I don't think I own any pyjamas...
Alright so I'll admit that I'm a Noodie-Snoozie too. Do we get a support forum or something? Does anyone here actually wear anything to bed?
By the sounds of it, no one wears anything to bed around here. Great minds eh?
Yep, I don't wear anything to bed, either. Nor do I have any pyjamas to not wear. So Nettie, I'll let you go ahead and buy my unused quota of them for yourself. That can be your justification if anybody asks you why you're buying more. ;-)
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