Suddenly it’s Fall around here. The night before last, the east coast was pummeled by rain. Big storms, lots of rain, lots of wind. And leaves were falling everywhere. They’d already secretly turned from green to gold but since they were hidden high up in the trees, we were fooled into thinking a bit of summer was still here.
Time to look up.
Ah, there they are. Still a lot of green up there, but that won’t be for long.
Ahem. Time for an official announcement:
This morning I have my flannel pajamas top on. Not the bottoms – I’m still wearing my summer pajama bottoms. But if the top is in evidence, can the whole thing be far behind? You know that I’m reluctant to say goodbye to summer, but oh, how I love my flannel pajamas. And that means that it is almost time for our club to begin meeting once again. Oh heck, it is time.
Membership is free. There are some rules, however.
- • You must love wearing your flannel pajamas.
- • Simply loving them isn’t enough. You have to find any excuse to wear them.
- • Possible excuses: “But I need to clean the house.” “My writing suffers if I’m not comfortable.” “It’s 3:00 pm.” ” It gets dark early.” “I just came home from work and I have to change my clothes, so why waste another outfit? I’ll just go straight to my pajamas.”
- • More excuses: “If I must cook, then I have to wear my flannel pjs.” “But I’m drinking hot chocolate.“
- • That’s all. Simple.
Feel free to use the button. As the official Flannel Pajamas Ambassador, I feel compelled to spread the word, to extol the pleasures of soft, warm flannel. I pledge to educate my readers as we move into fall and winter as to the many things that can be executed successfully, nay, even more successfully, in flannel pajamas. I promise to keep you informed. And yes, I have driven the car while wearing my flannel pajamas.
Will you join me?