For me it's like pulling on my favorite flannel pajama pants in the
winter. So comfy. So warm. So familiar. They're not perfect: a hole
in the bottom, the elastic in the waist band is completely worn out.
Sure sometimes they slip down causing me to trip and fall flat on my
face sending my cereal flying across the kitchen floor. At times I've even sworn I would throw them away.
But at the end of a long cold day there's nothing cozier warmer happier...
Nothing else I'd choose.
Hoping you all can be home for the holidays. Merry Christmas!
Dreaming of Home and flannel PJ's,