It's about thinking through those actions, rituals, activities, foibles and quirks which make us unique ... but at the same time it's a way to discover that someone out there does just the same.
And, for me, it's about a regular monthly writing practise. A chance to think about the small patterns of my life right now and trap to them in time.
You can join me anytime, for now, here's my Private Pattern No.2. A Life in Comfies ...
Changing out of my ‘outside world’ clothes and into something comfy demarcates a different stage of the day.
The elasticated stage.
Which, along with discovery of fire, the age of female emancipation and the invention of WiFi, must rank as one of the most rewarding stages in human advancement.
[And with that you get all my priorities in a nutshell: a cosy fire, equality, and an Internet connection. What more could you want?]
You know that old cliched line from movies where, on a date, the a woman says “I’m just going to change into something more comfortable”? She tends to return in a silk nightie and slippers holding a cigarette in a slinky holder doesn't she?
Whenever I say it I'm more likely to return in an old pair of mismatched pyjamas, fluffy bed socks holding a cup of tea.
Or wine.
Depending on how well the pre-elasticated part of the day has gone.
So, yes, once I get home I find myself itching to get changed into something more comfortable or 'comfies' as we've come to call them in our house.
Not that we came up with that catchy name. No. That's something left over from when watching the reality show Girls of the Playboy Mansion used to be one of our guilty pleasures. And 'comfies' was how Hugh Hefner used to refer pyjamas whenever he wanted to settle down in front of the TV with one of his 'girls'.
[For the record that’s the only outfit related inspiration I’ve knowingly taken from Playboy. Granted, sometimes my pyjama bottoms can, at times, appear to be crotchless, but that's more to do with the fact the seams have failed due to how often they've been washed rather than anything else.]
Between my group of friends, who spend a couple of weekends a year holed up together crafting in a country cottage, we refer to the bottom half as ‘lounge pants’.
Stretchy clothes are essential on those weekends of over-eating and hardly moving, and of only once venturing out into the outside world. Although, once, [back in 2012] we did spot these fluorescent kaftans in a shop and fleetingly considered taking them on as our new uniform:
So we stuck with our lounge pants.
[BTW: I once heard an old man asking a shop assistant what lounge pants were for. Her answer? ‘Lounging’. I could have told him that.]
If you're stuck for what to call yours then how about ‘soft clothes’ or 'nearly pyjamas’? That's how the lead character in the last novel I read, Siri Hustvedt's The Burning World referred to them.
So that's what they're called ... but how about when I wear them?
Well here's where I suppose I could say that it’s a winter thing. Something to do with getting cosy in the days of dark evenings.
I could say that. But I’d be lying.
This is a year round pattern. And, I don't know about you, but my 'nearly pyjama'- wearing is not restricted to night time.
I say I often change into them when I come home, but how early is too early?
- Is as soon as you step over the door step too soon to disrobe? [Hopefully after you’ve closed the door behind you, but hey, I don't know how friendly you are with your neighbours.]
- If you come home at 2pm? Is that allowed. Or is wearing pyjamas in the middle of the day something only toddlers can get away with?
- So how about after tea time? Personally that's the time that most often feels fair game to me.
Although some days I don’t bother to change when I get home because the clothes I was wearing beforehand aren’t very different to what I'd be changing into. As someone with a lifelong intolerance for structured, stiff, tight or clingy clothes, I've pretty much created a walking wardrobe of 'comfies'. So much so that it would seem extravagant to change out of one pair of leggings and into a different pair just to eat my tea.
It'd be too much like the idea of 'dressing for dinner'.
Like something out of Downton.
But then again, extravagant as it may be, there might be something in the idea. After all, Lady Mary was never caught out looking like this:
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It'd be too much like the idea of 'dressing for dinner'.
Like something out of Downton.
But then again, extravagant as it may be, there might be something in the idea. After all, Lady Mary was never caught out looking like this:
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Julie
More about Private Patterns:
- The introduction to the series including more on the intentions behind the project and how you can get involved.
- Private Patterns #1: From the bathroom window - lean over and look out, see my view as I see it.
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