Pyjamas in the street?

Flickr photo by Flickrway.

Dear Reader,

Now, as a bogan, i’m quite at home with the practice of going down the street in one’s slippers.

And, by slippers, i mean moccasins or ugg® boots.

So long, of course, as they have Good Going-out Soles on them.

Many’s the time i’ve gone out to the shops in moccies, and thought very little of it.

What i don’t get, though, is this trend for girls to get about the street in their pyjamas.

Not that i’m knocking it. In fact, i’m kind of hoping that it’s going to be like that season when the midriff and/or navel was the fashion accessory to have, and even those without flat tummies were putting the bellybutton out there for all to see.

But getting about the street… in your pyjamas?

Please explain.

I fully understand that there are some cultures where it is entirely normal to get about in your piggy jimjams. In Shanghai, for example, it is unremarkable to see someone going out to get takeaway in their pyjamas. Thailand, too. And, apparently, New York, but only when in charge of a pony.

The pyjama is such a part of the proud cultural heritage of some communities that they hold parades and parties to celebrate the mighty PJ.

But wearing them as normal day wear, walking down the High Street?

OK. So.

It was Mothers’ Day last week, so Target was chock-a-block with warm, snuggly flannelette pyjamas in all shades on pink and purple and red and blue. You can’t always get good quality, warm pyjamas at the shops, so i took Princess on a pyjama-stocking-up expedition, to get her some new jimjams. Just because.

We secured a nice pair of Hello Kitty ™ ones, complete with a singlet, not unlike this one, worn by a computer simulation (shirt not shown).

We specifically got the three-piece set so that she can sort of lounge around the house in it, and take the shirt off when she’s actually in bed, where it’s warm enough to go without a flannelette shirt.

But i don’t think she’ll be wearing it to Knox City.

Yet, strangely, i quite happily wear a flannelette shirt to Knox City.

Not a pyjama one, but flannelette nonetheless. Nature identical, in fact.

And this, i think, dear Reader, is the nub of the problem i’m having coming to terms with this.

These clever young girls getting about in their pyjamas have realised that the form of the clothing outweighs the context. If you are warm in a pair of pyjamas, and comfortable, then, by all means, you should be able to wear them wherever and whenever you like.

But maybe don’t wear a great big ‘pull here to open’ birthday present bow on your pyjama pants, like the girl pictured above, ok? Deal?

So next time i see someone in their pyjamas, walking through the food court at Knox City, i’m going to be totally cool with it.

See? I’m growing as a person, all thanks to pyjamas.

Yours,
Gullybogan