So I mentioned in my last post about Audrey referring to my nightgown as "famous". I'd like to think that this was because I looked smoking hot in a sexy nightie that had set tongues wagging amongst the neighbors, garbagemen, dog walkers, and bus drivers that are about when I get my paper in the morning. But it probably has more to do with the fact that I've broken some kind of record for wearing it the most nights in a row without washing it.
Actually, I think it mostly has to do with the fact that Audrey picked it out for me. She has been obsessed lately with everything that I wear, which as I wrote about in this post, is an extremely limited assortment of what could be loosely described as "clothes". She asks me every single day where I got whatever top I'm wearing, as if she doesn't already know the answer because I've told her 10,000 times and I've only got 5 tops.
She was completely consumed with discussing every facet of a previous nightgown, so I thought it would be a good idea to have her pick out a new one for me. Maybe if she was with me when I bought it we could dispense with the whole "where did you get it?" line of questioning. Ha. Good one.
Anyway, the last time we were in Target we headed for the p.j. department. Her first choice was this hideous number...
...before I managed to talk her into a slightly less hideous one...
You didn't think I was really going to post pictures of myself in it, did you? They look so much cuter in these pictures than on me it's not even funny. On me it looks a 100 times more muumuu-ish. It's that Nick and Nora brand which is meant to be sort of retro-kitschy, but on me it just looks like an old lady housecoat. Remember those? Dusters? Model's coats? No? I'm old.
When my husband saw it, he said that I looked like Pat Nixon. And just to dispel any confusion, he did not mean it as a complement. Oh well. It's hella comfy and Audrey is proud as a peacock -- or should I say "ornate owl" -- to have had a hand in picking it out. I guess that makes it famous enough.