This afternoon’s emergency stop in Victoria’s Secret for pick-me-up purposes resulted in the acquisition of a pink-striped pajama-top-and-ruffled-boxers set. They don’t sell it on their website, so I couldn’t find a picture, but I am wearing my mini-splurge at this very moment, and can vouch for the fact that few things feel better than brand-new lounge-type gear.
I think that when it comes to sleepwear (even of the cozy – as opposed to sexy – sort) it doesn’t get much better than VS. Also love:
And this, obviously:
(Mostly kidding about that last one: although I would certainly appreciate the ability to pull that thing off, it ain’t happening. I’ve just never quite figured out the trick to trussing myself up in lingerie that fussy; I feel more silly than sexy.)
