Ever since college, when I lived in the dorms and had to be ready at any moment to make a mad dash down eight flights of stairs because some frat boy thought it’d be cute to pull the fire alarm, my pajama wardrobe has consisted of old tshirts and sweats. Proper sleepwear nowhere to be seen for the last 15 years.
Needless to say, living in an apartment with a dog that needs to be taken out at all hours didn’t help matters. Nor did being married for 5 years.
I feel like being single and in my thirties demands appropriate sleepwear. Like these Natori pieces. There’s really no good reason to ever wear an article of clothing with zippers while at home again. Seriously – it’s like being a very chic Mrs. Roper.