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For Those Lazy Weekend Mornings. . .




For those lazy weekend mornings at the breakfast table, whether you actually sleep in them or not, get yourself a pair or two of interesting pajamas for whiling away the time with your significant other over coffee, toast, and the Sunday paper.  

But do make sure the top and bottom match.  Avoid those awful t-shirt-sweat pant combos sold in the big box stores and so many online catalogs while we're at it, and get yourself real sets of actual pajamas.  

Toss in an attractive lightweight dressing gown or robe over top, brush your hair, and wash your face before you appear. You'll look a whole lot more attractive to whomever you share your living space with. 

Oops!  Very poor sentence structure there.  I know.  Thank you for thinking of it though.

Oddly, pajamas are not always easy to find, but companies like Land's End and L.L. Bean do occasionally offer attractive -- and sometimes colorful, interestingly quirky -- patterns in their catalogs and online.  

Physical department stores too (remember them?) sometimes have some hidden away somewhere, in some dark corner, but these are usually less interesting as far as color and pattern go.  

In any case, watch for sales and pick up a couple of pairs.  The people who see you first thing in the morning will appreciate the change for the better in your morning visage.  Trust me.

Besides, sleeping in and schlepping around the house in your underwear from the previous day is so 1970s.  And we've moved well beyond that particular eyesore of a decade.  Haven't we?

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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