We’ll admit it: January has little to recommend it aside from it being the ideal time to put on silk pajamas. They don’t need to be made of pure silk crepe de Chine or satin. Even some smudge of polyester is fine.
The main thing is that they should glide and slither over their body and body parts in a delicious and, some may say unpractical way. But anyone making that observation would be missing the point.
Silk pajamas have a purpose their reason for having maintained their appeal over the decades, is due to their bulky sleek, slippery, and floating hems, they’re an item of clothing that takes us away from the monotony.
What else can you expect from a dress whose primary intention is relaxation and leisure? In particular, now that chances to dress up to go out are few and far between. In silk pajamas, you can dress up to stay home.
It’s pretty hard to argue that pajamas, no matter how luxurious the fabric or exotic the pattern possesses the same striking sexuality, which is a result of traffic light underwear. A lounge sweaters and pants even in silk don’t always strike the same way with the red-blooded male that other items that are more open might. But that doesn’t mean every man is against them.
I’m going to admit to I’m hankering after the extravagant look of a feathered pair of Sleepers I’ve seen on the Net-a-porter and I’m imagining a luxuriously pattern-filled set designed by Olivia von Halle, the queen of the luxurious PJs.
In the meantime, I’m in love with the pair that a friend of mine gave me recently, from the slightly cheaper silkwear catalog Patra. They’re beautiful in a blush-colored cream, with fine pink silk trim, and can be stunningly lightweight but not at all transparent, and loose yet not too bulky.
I’ve been enjoying my time around the house wearing them in the last few months, slightly displeasing when I need to change them out for more appropriate clothing.
And they’re the best pair I’ve had for sleeping in, emerging uncreased and ready for the day unlike the majority of me.