Target!) in a gift guide and something said 'buy me.' They're very Katherine-Hepburn-meets-Kate-Spade with the smart piping and I'm counting on them to transform my holidays into a cozy scene out of an old black & white movie like Christmas in Connecticut or the original Miracle on 34th Street.
They haven't even arrived yet and I've already got big plans for these pajamas: lolling over the New York Times Book Review, catching up on correspondence in bed with a lap desk and thick, monogrammed stationery (will have to order that, too), sitting spiffily at the kitchen table before anyone else arises, with a carafe of coffee and a clipboard for making lists/checking them twice. I've long told my friends that if it's not sold at Target, I don't really need it anyway and now believe that more than ever. Some silly polka dots, a festive daydream or two, the excitement of a package on the doorstep. What can I say? It's a wonderful life.