I’m feeling a little frisky today so I took a picture of me in my new nightie for you to see.
(Please pay no mind to the piles of clothes and sheets and pillows and books—I was in the middle of dunging out when I paused to let you in.)
Isn’t it lovely? It’s wispy and playful, just like the cottony clouds that have been tumbling across the fabulously blue skies.
I got it at a thrift store for four bucks thinking I’d wear it over a flowy summer skirt, or jeans, perhaps. Only it was so flimsy that it bunched up whenever it touched any other fabric, so a nightie it is.
I’d been wanting a large throw-on tee, or some such thing, to, you know, throw on after my evening shower. A shirt that would be lightweight and yet modest enough to wear around the rest of the family. A shirt that passing drivers could catch a glimpse of through our windows and not crash.
This little dress more than fits the bill. All day long I look forward to the evening when I’ll get to wear it.