My Relationship With… Pyjamas


It was only recently that I realised that my love for warm and cosy loungewear had gone too far. My boyfriend was moving in and what was supposed to be a heart warming, fun day of unpacking ended with me surrounded by onesies and him screaming: “If you buy any more pyjamas, we’re over!”

It all began as a fresher when I moved from the sunny South East to the bitter North East and the only comfort and warmth I could find was in a cuddle from a onesie.

The problem is since then my pyjama collection has grown rapidly containing a wide range of fabrics and patterns. It goes from furry bear onesies, cartoon prints from Primark to expensive floral silk numbers. But all of this comfort has to belong somewhere and they now need two drawers of their own.

Now I am not one of those girls who go out and about in my onesie but guaranteed the minute I walk through the door I will slip into a pair of comfortable pyjamas within a flash. There is just something about the warmth and comfort of the hug from a onesie that makes everything else go away.

I’ve had break up threats, it be questioned if I even own clothes and the odd stare from the postman, but none of this will deter me from buying more. Wearing a onesie or comfortable pair of Pj’s makes me feel like I can take on the world, and what my boyfriend doesn’t know can’t hurt him, right?


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