Seriously, it shouldn't be this hard to own pajamas. I mean...really?
It has recently come to my attention that my pajama bottoms are approximately a good four to six inches too long, thanks to Hubby and Man-Child helpfully pointing this out over Christmas break and then falling all over themselves while laughing hysterically at me one evening. I was not nearly as amused as they were.
If the truth be told, I've known this - I've just ignored the problem and prayed that I didn't trip over the excess fabric and falling to my death, or a broken hip, as I was walking up or down the stairs.
In fact, this very problem has been plaguing me for quite some time now; since I was about 16 and realized that this would be a dilemma that I would face for the rest of my life! And I have pondered over the various ways to rectify the problem since, obviously, the pajama designers out there aren't going to fix the problem by creating a whole line of sleepwear for those of us that are, ummm....vertically challenged.
I've tried rolling them up - to no avail. Since the very nature of pajama fabric resists the whole notion of rolling them up.
I've tried tucking them into my socks. Very sexy...not! But efficient. Particularly on those extra frigid nights when slipping into bed is like sliding between two layers of ice.
I've tried rolling them up from the waist. Not so comfy.
I've tried ignoring the fact that the hems of my pajama bottoms are dragging the floor and being walked on, which is hard to do, particularly when you do find yourself tripping over them while coming up or down the stairs...
So what is left?
Every darn pair I own.
And, just for giggles, let's throw in the fact that I can't hem a straight line worth a damn. But I can't exactly take my pajamas to a tailor and have them hem the articles...THAT would be ridiculous.
So I sense a new project on the horizon - once I work up the "I NEED to do this NOW" feeling.
I have a feeling that this will not end well.