My mom gave me new pajamas for Christmas. We all get PJs on Christmas Eve to make sure we are wearing something suitable for the morning photos. She hasn't figured anything out for smushed hair or leftover traces of makeup from the Eve's party, though. A hot cup of coffee with a splash of eggnog usually masks morning breath, however.
This year's set features cute capris, a long-sleeved scooped neck top and a snappy short robe with hood. The three-piece ensemble is turquoise and pink, and it's even reversible - polka dots on one side and stripes on the other. Pretty, practical and photogenic. Really, what more can you ask from a new set of PJs?
Well, according to the makers of this nightwear, A (2) Z Intimates, lots more. There is actually the power of positive psychology woven right in to this trio. A glance of the ever-so-cute rose-embellished tag promised more than I had ever expected:
"Look with wonder at that which is before you."
"Cultivate the feeling that miracles are coming your way."
"Always love with your heart."
"Wear our garment with hope that life will bring you all you desire."
All I desire? Miracles coming my way? Sounds as though I'm more or less guaranteed not only a good night's sleep filled with dreams of contentment, luxury and self-fulfillment but everything else from A (2) Zzzzzzzz. See you in the morning!
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Merry Christmas, Marji! I'm glad you keep writing. You have such a great perspective on everything (from cars to pajamas) and every time I find myself starting to freak out about something Luke-related, I think of your soothing voice talking me through the crisis.
I hope your new year is off to a good start!
Ser,
Thank you for your good wishes and comment on the latest post. I love your form letter over on your blog. I'd copy it but that would be plagerism or is there a blog-term for that? copy cat, for example.
-- M
My mom always gets us Christmas pj's and I love the tradition. I love that you keep posting, too, Marji. It's almost like being able to chat during the day and hear about the little tidbits of your life. I felt so lucky when I lived there that you were upstairs . . .
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