Of late I have been inundating my friends with photos of my new pyjamas (because why wouldn’t you send bed selfies when you feel like a princess clad in a box-fresh crisp cotton night shirt?) and my love for beautiful nightwear (or more accurately, my aspiration for bank-breaking sleepwear) is no secret. As it is such a hobby of mine to create imaginary wish-lists of dream pyjamas I thought I would put it all in a blog post. And in the spirit of girlie sleepovers I thought it will be all the more fun to do it all in the guise of a chick-lit personality test. Who will you be?
Silky Sally – You know you’ve made the big bucks when you own a pair of slinky malinky silk pyjamas that come in at three hundred pounds a pop. Such a luxury it must be to slide between your 800 count Egyptian cotton bedsheets swathed in perfectly tailored monogramed (duh- why not spend extra to get your initials?) pyjamas. A silk eye mask is the cherry on top, as is breakfast in bed on one of those trays that straddles your legs, preferably served in Hermes fine bone china, so fine in fact that it is almost translucent when held up to the light that is no doubt streaming through the vast window at the end of your room (no pylons, nosy neighbours or pigeon nests in sight). The brands to go for if this is your current situation are Olivia Von Halle (these PJs are so exquisite that they can be doubled up as day outfits when worn with heels and a Chanel 2.55), Yolke and Asceno (the latter is especially good if you pronounce Kenya keen-yah and are on an African veranda sipping loose leaf tea before heading out for a day of safari).
Cotton Carol – If silk is just as unpractical (i.e. if you have a dog with snaggy-claws or don’t have a dry cleaner on speed dial) as it is financially unrealistic then cotton PJ suits are the next best thing. For me, noting beats a full on matching sleep suit – the crisp collared shirt (a nod to Holly Golightly) and the baggy trousers (tight just isn’t an option) are perfect for Sunday mornings spent nestled in a cocoon of duck-down bedding with Vogue, Porter and Instagram (or the papers if you’re more high brow than me) imagining the butter croissant you wish you were eating as you instead tuck into some muesli. Sleepy Jones, Cos (my current sleepwear squeeze) and good old John Lewis promise stripy perfection.
Jersey Julie – Comfort is your everything and you’re probably recovering from a hangover. Grey marl in all shapes and forms will dominate your wardrobe (and life) choices for the next forty-eight hours until the dreaded Monday morning alarm sounds and normal life can then resume. Your slouchy partners in crime will keep you cosy through a day of Netflix and will lead you questioning at times whether its unhealthy how your pyjama attire bores an uncanny resemblance to those of the inmates in Orange Is The New Black. Check your labels now…Property Of Federal Detention or Raey at Matches?
Teddy Tracy – I salute any girl who finds sleeping in a teddy to be comfortable. These are the kinds of girls who wake up looking gorgeous and don’t have pillow scars on their cheeks from spending a night face-planted and buried into wrinkled pillows and mobile phone. Frilly and fluffy – you could be an extra on the film set of Grease and you might spend your Saturday morning pushing down your cuticles, moisturising your legs, doing Pilates, writing Thank-You cards and being just generally gorgeous.
Nude Nancy – The sign of someone with high tog count and good double-glazing.