|Look at that sexy wrinkled mama...|
There's a story behind these jammies. They are nearly 30 years old, made for me by the mum of an ex-boyfriend. I suspect she really liked me and wanted me to stick around. Why specifically pyjamas is a mystery. Who makes someone else jammies? Anyway, unfortunately (or fortunately depending on how you look at it) the boy in question had a wandering eye and my love for him didn't last as long as my love for these pyjamas.
I never wear them any other time except on my school's pyjama day (every school I've ever worked at has at least one a year) which is why they haven't been destroyed yet. So there you have it. A long, rambling post about pyjamas. Who'd have thunk it?
And I can't let this post go by without sharing how adorable my kids are. Check it...
|We're playing Sleeping Bunnies, naturally|