I I CONFESS I have a collection of lounging trousers. You know, those fleecy pants that hang loose and comfortable and are designed for spending winters indoors with furry slippers and an over-sized sweat shirt.
They first came to my attention in America years ago, when a relative came home from work, immediately took off his business suit and put on a pair, matched with a T shirt.
“Great these,” he said. “You don't even need to wear underpants.”
Which was too much information.
He was even unphased when his wife asked him to go to the store for an item she had forgotten.
“You wanna come?” he said, which put me in a bit of a dilemma.
Did I want to be seen on retail premises with someone who was virtually wearing pyjamas?
“Of course, I said,” ever the diplomat.
After all, you see all sorts of sights in America.
Before returning to the UK, I invested in a pair, which I still have, and when the snows came a couple of years ago, I panicked and bought three more. If we were going to be snowed in and marooned from civilisation except by husky and sleigh, I wanted to be in comfort with a change of kit for the duration.
Perhaps it's my time of life, but I do, when style permits, enjoy a touch of comfort.
You are unlikely, however, to ever find me snuggling into a onesie. I realise these are worn in the privacy of one's own home but they appear to have a crucial design flaw. What happens when you go to the loo? Do you have to shed the lot when answering a call of nature?
This might not be a fun, practical or easy experience on a very cold night in November when the central heating has shut down, following the consumption of a bottle of wine or a six pack, after watching Strictly Come Dancing. Your two step could end in disaster.
Perhaps the makers should take a tip from the designers of the garment's precursor and inspiration: old fashioned long johns. They came, very sensibly, with a flap in the back. How about a pair of those for Christmas?
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They first came to my attention in America years ago, when a relative came home from work, immediately took off his business suit and put on a pair, matched with a T shirt.
“Great these,” he said. “You don't even need to wear underpants.”
Which was too much information.
He was even unphased when his wife asked him to go to the store for an item she had forgotten.
“You wanna come?” he said, which put me in a bit of a dilemma.
Did I want to be seen on retail premises with someone who was virtually wearing pyjamas?
“Of course, I said,” ever the diplomat.
After all, you see all sorts of sights in America.
Before returning to the UK, I invested in a pair, which I still have, and when the snows came a couple of years ago, I panicked and bought three more. If we were going to be snowed in and marooned from civilisation except by husky and sleigh, I wanted to be in comfort with a change of kit for the duration.
Perhaps it's my time of life, but I do, when style permits, enjoy a touch of comfort.
You are unlikely, however, to ever find me snuggling into a onesie. I realise these are worn in the privacy of one's own home but they appear to have a crucial design flaw. What happens when you go to the loo? Do you have to shed the lot when answering a call of nature?
This might not be a fun, practical or easy experience on a very cold night in November when the central heating has shut down, following the consumption of a bottle of wine or a six pack, after watching Strictly Come Dancing. Your two step could end in disaster.
Perhaps the makers should take a tip from the designers of the garment's precursor and inspiration: old fashioned long johns. They came, very sensibly, with a flap in the back. How about a pair of those for Christmas?
To read more:
http://tinyurl.com/k6omhwv
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