How I love my pyjamas. To me they are say comfort, warmth and home and I have pretty much spent the last ten days wearing them. Not the same pair, I might add. I have many different ones and always get a new pair for Christmas. But since I had an operation on my knee I have only worn the softest of pairs. My operation went well but I have felt exhausted and ill since then and haven’t been able to bear anything against my skin but loose cotton pyjamas. In these past days, I feel as though I have been living in a cocoon all cosy and warm here in my little cottage but it feels like just what I need at the moment. I have been content all cuddled up in my pjs with my notebook and pen and my little dog snoring beside me. Listening to Louise’s lovely voice reading out her little Christmas stories with the accompanying beautiful music is so very soothing. I’ve been in my own little world and in some ways it’s been special and I have felt very grateful to have been so well looked after by my wonderful husband during this time of recovery. I might even feel inclined to extend it a bit longer (just joking). I am beginning to feel a bit better now and soon my stitches will come out and I will be able to venture out into the big wide world, but for now I am going to enjoy this time snuggled up here in my pyjamas.
It's so lovely to hear you have been taking good care of yourself (and being taken care of!) during this time. This all sounds like the perfect remedy for a speedy recovery and thank you for the mention, I'm glad you are enjoying them!
An early childhood memory is me wearing pyjamas and the bottoms kept falling down . I patiently pulled them up and the same happened again. The elastic had undone and was quickly repaired . I was only 4 so wasn’t embarrassed. What a lovely reflection of those days lacking in inhibition .
This incident didn’t scar me for life but I have always preferred nighties . They have been thick flannelette from the influence of Nellie , my Nannie . She was insistent about being warm enough and wrapping up . I am eternally grateful that I was not expected to pin my hair up and cover it in a hairnet . Doing so for ballet was enough . Perish thd thought . However adorning a silk scarf might be beneficial for my hair now I abuse it in the swimming pool . I refuse to wear a hat .
The last pairs of pyjamas were purchased at the hospital. I found a longish nightie with matching bottoms . This was a helpful set, better for modesty while I stayed with my son on a camp bed beside him . He had been hospitalised with
Orbital cellulitis and could have died . My marvellous family Doctor and her quick diagnosis enabled a set of marvellous professionalism that resulted in a steady recovery . I kept these pyjamas for years , not because I wore them , but simply because of what they represented . Grateful thanks and an everlasting thankfulness which I will never forget .
Wow I never knew what that was until now, thank you for sharing. I love that you kept them as a momento of quick thinking and a positive outcome. I love nightties too!
Thank goodness your son was ok and had a doctor who was in the ball. My son had it in his arm and had a terrible time. Its a long story but he recovered. xx
My Doctor was an clinical doctor , yet if a previous doctor had listened it might not have been the absolute emergency it was . The first one blamed his long fringe . Screams and two swollen eyes and my phone call and immediate appointment saved the day . I am so sorry you had a battle . There is an urgent need for excellent clinicians
PromptVent Day 13 Pyjamas
How I love my pyjamas. To me they are say comfort, warmth and home and I have pretty much spent the last ten days wearing them. Not the same pair, I might add. I have many different ones and always get a new pair for Christmas. But since I had an operation on my knee I have only worn the softest of pairs. My operation went well but I have felt exhausted and ill since then and haven’t been able to bear anything against my skin but loose cotton pyjamas. In these past days, I feel as though I have been living in a cocoon all cosy and warm here in my little cottage but it feels like just what I need at the moment. I have been content all cuddled up in my pjs with my notebook and pen and my little dog snoring beside me. Listening to Louise’s lovely voice reading out her little Christmas stories with the accompanying beautiful music is so very soothing. I’ve been in my own little world and in some ways it’s been special and I have felt very grateful to have been so well looked after by my wonderful husband during this time of recovery. I might even feel inclined to extend it a bit longer (just joking). I am beginning to feel a bit better now and soon my stitches will come out and I will be able to venture out into the big wide world, but for now I am going to enjoy this time snuggled up here in my pyjamas.
It's so lovely to hear you have been taking good care of yourself (and being taken care of!) during this time. This all sounds like the perfect remedy for a speedy recovery and thank you for the mention, I'm glad you are enjoying them!
Prompt vent 13
Pyjamas
An early childhood memory is me wearing pyjamas and the bottoms kept falling down . I patiently pulled them up and the same happened again. The elastic had undone and was quickly repaired . I was only 4 so wasn’t embarrassed. What a lovely reflection of those days lacking in inhibition .
This incident didn’t scar me for life but I have always preferred nighties . They have been thick flannelette from the influence of Nellie , my Nannie . She was insistent about being warm enough and wrapping up . I am eternally grateful that I was not expected to pin my hair up and cover it in a hairnet . Doing so for ballet was enough . Perish thd thought . However adorning a silk scarf might be beneficial for my hair now I abuse it in the swimming pool . I refuse to wear a hat .
The last pairs of pyjamas were purchased at the hospital. I found a longish nightie with matching bottoms . This was a helpful set, better for modesty while I stayed with my son on a camp bed beside him . He had been hospitalised with
Orbital cellulitis and could have died . My marvellous family Doctor and her quick diagnosis enabled a set of marvellous professionalism that resulted in a steady recovery . I kept these pyjamas for years , not because I wore them , but simply because of what they represented . Grateful thanks and an everlasting thankfulness which I will never forget .
Wow I never knew what that was until now, thank you for sharing. I love that you kept them as a momento of quick thinking and a positive outcome. I love nightties too!
The first paragraph made me laugh too!
Thank goodness your son was ok and had a doctor who was in the ball. My son had it in his arm and had a terrible time. Its a long story but he recovered. xx
My Doctor was an clinical doctor , yet if a previous doctor had listened it might not have been the absolute emergency it was . The first one blamed his long fringe . Screams and two swollen eyes and my phone call and immediate appointment saved the day . I am so sorry you had a battle . There is an urgent need for excellent clinicians
There definitely is
#promptvent #day13 PYJAMAS
Today I stole an afternoon,
and felt indulgent
as I put on my pyjamas in the daylight!
Fluffy and fleecy, they snuggled me
in the quiet of a weekday
with no commitments and no demands.
I watched TV and ate gingerbread,
my dog warm on my lap.
And to my surprise,
when I got over the feeling that I was playing hookey,
I felt better for a few hours resting in my winter PJs.
I really hope you did this! 'Today I stole an afternoon', what a great opening line!
What a great poem :)
I did!