The Reinvention of the PJ

Eureka!

I have just discovered the pleasures that is the pyjamas or the PJ as I rather refer to it as. It happened at Harrod's in London while on yesterday's lunch break. I swung by the gents department and discovered that the Derek Rose PJ's were on sale, heavily discounted.

They usually run for more than £100 pounds (£1 = US$ 1.75) but I found one - most likely the cheapest ever - for £29.95 pounds. I didn't really realize what fantastic steal that was until I went back to the hotel and changed into something more comfortable as they say - my new and first real PJ for decades. Yeah, I haven't had a PJ since late teens; I've mostly used boxers and old worn out t-shirts.

I immediately knew that I was onto somthing once I had put the new PJ on. It felt wonderfully pampering, soulful and relaxing. I felt well-dressed - almost ready to party - but still very comfortable and content. The real benefit is that I could cruise around the hotel room without feeling that I had to go to bed or go out for that matter. I felt like Hugh Hefner without the playboy bunnies but with both the wit and the money.

A new world has opened up. A world that is between day and night that allow you to be contemplative and ponderous yet private and solitaire. I feel that I have a new goal in life when waking up in the mornings: to stay in or get back into my PJ's as soon as possible and just be until the next morning.

Tomorrow I'll head over to Harrod's again to buy another PJ and see if I couldn't find a pair of slippers. Obviously with my initials on, just like Hugh and Bond. James that is.