I just changed into my pajamas and noticed a tragic happening. There is a hole in my busom and my heart is half-crushed. I’ve had these same pajamas since probably my sophomore year of high school which was AAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Almost 10 years ago. They’re a onesie that’s real floofy and airy and was white at one time. Every other year, I’d lose them in my closet or think I was too cool to wear them. But every time, I’d pull them out, wash out the dust, one leg and then the next, zip up the front, and be in my happy place.
This isn’t the first hole. There are 7 holes in the polyester lacing at the top—three of which will soon be just one big giant one. Also, there are two polyester-laced pockets on the side which are not capable of being called pockets for the entire bottoms are holed. What makes this one different? Because now I have a mini-hole in the terrycloth section. Terrycloth is doesn’t disintegrate without effort.
And to make my pajamas even more of a charity case, they now have a yellow tint because of the rust-flavored water. Mm-mm-delicious!
How I will miss my royal blue encircled sleeveless armed, polyester-laced at the top, terrycloth onesie bought from an Avon catalog so many years ago—perfect for shaving while still being appropriately clothed and sleeping and providing happy slumber.
Let this blog not make you assume that I will be throwing these away anytime soon. I think they will stay with me for the foreseeable future. I’ll prolly even bring them to my honeymoon to introduce my future hubs to my close and personal wardrobe constant. So just in case Jesus is reading my blog, I would like to put in my request that my HONEYMOON be in the FORESEEABLE FUTURE…
Just sayin…
Peace out everybody!
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