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Suzanne, Pajamas. Who knew that something as simple as pajamas could invoke so many memories. Like you, my brothers and I always got new pajamas for Christmas. My pajamas always seemed way too big, but by the next Christmas, I was ready for another set of winter pajamas. Even after I got married and had my own family, my mom didn't stop the pajama tradition and each of us could always count on new pajamas for Christmas.
Six years ago, my mom passed away and that first Christmas, there were no new pajamas under the tree. I missed that familiar gift and that made me miss my mom even more. But, I then realized that it was now my turn to be the pajama giver and step up to the plate and make sure all of my family had new pajamas every year. This past Christmas, we decided to take a family picture of all of us in our new sleeping clothes. So, here we all are at our own pajama party (I think this will be a part of our pajama tradition -we had so much fun getting ready for our family pajama picture). Even the newest addition to our family got a pair, but here was my mistake, I bought them before he was born and didn't realize he was going to be such a big boy, so he was too big for them by Christmas. Now I know why Mom always bought our jammies a size too big!
Thanks for the opportunity to share an old and making of a new memory. I consider you a friend that has helped to make my life better. May I be such a friend. Karen
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Dear Suzanne,
When I was young, I was strictly a nightgown girl. I remember having a vast array of nightgowns – my favorites, though, were Strawberry Shortcake and Raggedy Ann. Now I love to wear either pajama pants or boxers with soft T-shirts. As soon as I get home from work each day, I immediately change into my jammies. And, once I’m in them, there’s no getting me out of them! Especially on the weekends when I have nowhere to go. There’s nothing better to me than relaxing in my jammies and my slippers, covering up with a blanket, and reading a great book. When shopping, I take more care looking for the perfect pair of pajama pants than I do my other clothes. I have a such a huge collection of pj pants and boxers, that I am running out of drawer space. My husband thinks I’m insane, but it doesn’t matter to me; the way I see it, there’s always room for one (or two…or three…) more.
Thanks for letting me share! Suzanne
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 I love stay-in-jammies days! A friend told me once that he would "ground" himself by not changing or shaving so he had to stay in and get work done. I adopted that, and amused my students by saying I was "grounded" until I caught up on grading papers. Then I discovered I liked it -- a day at home, about once a week, recharges the batteries. Read, relax, enjoy! No photos of me for you. I tried to take a picture in a mirror with my new Chinese robe, but it didn't turn out . . . so here's just the robe (garage sale, $10 -- it was marked at $5, but I negotiated it upward ;-)
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Hi Suzanne, I just had to join the party! I come from a huge family of 13 children. My mother made all our nightwear herself. The girls all wore long white nightgowns with ruffles on the bottoms and the sleeves. My mother would wash and iron our gowns every week. They always smelled and felt so good. I really miss that feeling now as I am more inclined to wear men's pjs or a teeshirt in the summer. Your pjs look comfy though. Debby
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Suzanne, My memory of PJs goes back to when I was 13, (65 now), and my new sister-in-law bought me a pair of "baby-doll" PJs for Christmas. I never had a bought pair of PJs, my mother sewed. They were blue flannel and had flowers on them. I thought they were wonderful, and loved her for giving them to me. Rosie
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 The tradition in our family for the past 50+ years has been new matching PJ's for Christmas. I remember the year that my Mom got white sweatshirts and red sweatpants for all six of us grown kids and the four grown grandkids and their spouses and the five (at the time) small great grandkids.. Some of the men thought it was a bit silly, but they didn't dare complain! I have continued the tradition with our four grandchildren and it is now an expected part of the Christmas celebration. Kathy
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As a child I've always loved PJs of any kind, especially ones that made me feel like a princess going to bed. I never lost that passion for PJs either. I have tons of PJs from 2-piece lounge wear, old t-shirts, and long cotton night gowns! The even better part is now that I'm a stay at home mom and work online I can wear them all day long. My husband makes fun of me, but why not be comfortable if I want? Now that I'm expecting my second (and last) child (ultrasound this afternoon to see how things are going and find out gender, yeah!) I really love wearing them. I am much more comfortable than I was with my first when I had to dress in business casual to go to work. I guess I can take a little teasing if it means I'm comfy. Shannon
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Growing up in Indiana in an old farmhouse, the winters were cold and drafty. I always got flannel nightgowns. How boring. But one Christmas my grandmother got me the most delicious impractical pajamas in the world. Pink “baby doll” pajamas with ruffles and lace. I really couldn’t wear them in the dead of the winter and stay warm, but knowing they were waiting for me when warm weather hit was a hope to hang onto. That was the only time I ever remember getting delightful, impractical p.j.’s as a child. I love it that one of my memories of my farm-wife grandmother showed that she had a secret playful, fun side to her also. Kathleen
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My favorite pajamas I wore for years. It was an old Lion King t-shirt (at least 4 sizes too big!) and a pair of red "house pants". The first time my-now-husband came to my house to watch a movie, I was wearing these pajamas. I remember the pants had a huge hole in the thigh (from a previous fight with a killer lizard) and the short sleeved t-shirt came down to my wrists. My husband to this day remarks on my choice of lounge wear describing it as "refugee clothes". Unfortunately, as often as I wore these clothes I was never photographed. We will all have to use our imaginations because when I married, my husband refused to allow those clothes to make the trip to our new home.
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