IT seems to have become commonplace in supermarkets to see women walking around bizarrely shopping in their pyjamas.
As far as I can tell, you can only execute this look if you own a pair of Ugg boots, and accompany the look with a hoody or Barbour jacket.
I would hope anyone not bedecked in Florence and Fred’s finest nightwear while perusing the cold meats and guacamole, would join me in seeing this look as reasonably ridiculous - unless you’re carrying a bucket and raising money for Children in Need of course.
However, when you’re 19 months old, it’s a different story.
This evening we were invited to join Richard Whitehead, his family and friends, for the launch of a picture book documenting his 40 Marathons in 40 Days. It being a Friday night, with our chief babysitters either in Windsor or Kuala Lumpar, we decided to take Erin for her first Friday night on the town.
After an early bath and bottle of milk, I dressed Erin in her pyjamas, in the hope that she would be ready to go to bed when she got home. True to form, indeed she was, but that wasn’t the real benefit of her attire.
Unsurprisingly she was the only person at the book launch in her pyjamas, but that didn’t phase Erin of course, not many potentially awkward social situations do.
Despite it being past her bedtime, and Peppa Pig being nowhere to be seen, Erin was in her element. Racing around the entire Antenna building, paying a number of visits to the receptionist, playing peekaboo with a number of innocent bystanders, and clapping at all the wrong moments during Richard’s video, speech and Q&A.
Never mind Richard’s 40 marathons, I think I’ve run at least two this evening chasing around after our little redhead in blue. But she did prove something to me. Not everyone going out in their PJs can be considered a chav, some are cute, funny and indeed ready for bed when they get home…surely two hours of running around will result in a lie in?!
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