Last week I needed a new pair of pyjamas, to be more accurate, pyjama trousers. The problem is that I am very fussy about pyjamas and, if I need a new pair, I have to start looking early. I only wear pyjamas, not a nightdress or some kind of one-sy thing. I can’t stand trousers that are elasticated at the ankles or in that jersey, stretchy material. I like straight legs, definitely to the ankle, not short or those that never started off the right length. Then there is the problem of the pyjama top. If you have, and I trust you don’t, advanced kypho-scoliosis then it is impossible to buy a pyjama ‘set’. If the trousers fit then the top will be four or five sizes too small; if the top fits then your trousers will not stay up, unless attached by a pair of braces. The trend of being able to buy trousers and tops separately meets the needs of people like me.
I do like brushed cotton pyjamas; it give you that cosy feel, where you want to get into your pyjamas at 6pm and curl up. Last Saturday, I started the search and, blow me down, the first shop I tried had just what I was looking for. It’s not often I get excited about Sainsbury’s. When I got them home, they were such a good fit and comfortable and brushed cotton and I loved them. On Sunday, I returned to the shop to buy a second pair (take the opportunity while it is there and I didn’t care if it was in the same pattern) only to find there wasn’t another in my size but there was a Christmas pair. “It’s nearly Christmas” I thought so I bought them with a view to wearing them on 1 December.
Christmas, for me, starts when my aunt Catherine’s Christmas card arrives; she’s always early, very early, usually around 28 November. When it comes, I know I can put up my decorations, use my Christmas tea towels and wear ridiculous jumpers. I thought this year might be different. The first Christmas after your husband dies is often not when you want to start sending jolly cards and pretending everything is the same; maybe she will but I needed to think of something different. Then, on 13 November, Ivy’s card arrived. I have only met Ivy once; she is Liz’s mum’s cousin’s wife. I have no idea why she is sending cards early, it has never happened before. But I thought, to get Christmas off with a bang, I’d wear my new Christmas pyjamas.
If I’m wearing Christmas pyjamas, this is time to get the Christmas tea towels out. To do that, there are a couple of new Christmas tea towels to blog about! This one came from Con’s Collection which I acquired in August this year. I’ve known Con for many years, not well but we have met up at Gwyn and Pete’s house at Christmas time. From what I know of Con, I don’t think she would have bought this herself; it’s not her style. This must have been a gift to her, and one that she has used a lot. This was not a tea towel she had kept in a drawer, unused.
In a couple of days time, I will be using my Christmas tea towels big time. They will go with the Christmas tablecloth that I have just put on the table! Happy Christmas in 38 days time, according to hannahberridgeceramics on Instagram!