I used to wear boxers and a tank top, but now I sleep in the nude. It's kind of weird, because I used to have to wear something to bed, whether it was a tank top or whatever. And now if I have any clothes at all on, it's really hard to get to sleep.
I shoved on a dressing-gown, and flew downstairs like a mighty, rushing wind.
Most nights I end up wearing a wife beater T-shirt and boxers.
I'd love to get pajamas. Good, nice and warm flannel ones.
I have about 100 pairs of pajamas. I like to see people dressed comfortably.
I have never been able to wear pajamas or creepy nightgowns; they disturb my sleep.
I often go to bed in my birthday suit. But I like teddies and cute little undies that match. I like a sexy bra and panty set, or little shorts.
In wintertime I like to wear flannel button down pyjamas, and in summer I prefer to wear, well... nothing.
I don't wear anything in bed. But I'm not ready for a nude scene quite yet.
I'm usually in jammies and slippers by 8 P.M.
You know you're getting old when you buy a sexy sheer nightgown and don't know anyone who can see through it.
I don't like those chiffon nighties ... they show your vest.
Sometimes I'm so tired, I look down at what I'm wearing, and if it's comfortable enough to sleep in, I don't even make it into my pajamas. I'm looking down, and I'm like, 'T-shirt and stretchy pants? Yup, that's fine. It's pajama-y, good night.'
I think clothes should make you feel safe. I like clothes you want to go to sleep in. I sometimes stand in front of a mirror and change a million times because I know I really want to wear my nightgown.
Sorry, honey, but I haven't worn a nightgown in years.
I remember somewhere in his 70s, my dad started wearing a nightgown - like an old-school grandpa gown! I can see how that might be somewhere in my future.
I never really recovered from the shock of discovering that women do what we do; they save their best pairs for the nights when they are going to sleep with somebody. When you live with a woman, these faded, shrunken tatty scraps suddenly appear on radiators all over the house; your lascivious schoolboy dreams of adulthood as a time when you are surrounded by exotic lingerie for ever and ever amen...those dreams crumble to dust.
I have a whole army of pajamas.
Always wear cute pyjamas to bed, you'll never know who u will meet in your dreams.
Contrary to popular belief, English women do not wear tweed nightgowns.
I love the big, like, basketball sweats... and I only wear vintage T-shirts to bed, because I like the super-thin ones.
I reckon I'm in pyjamas 70 per cent of my life. But I do love getting dressed up, too.
I am a sucker for a cute PJ set.
As soon as I get into my house, I put on sweats and pyjamas.
Can I have a silk nightgown with rosebuds on it?
