My mother
bought me a nightgown and gave it to me while she was here.
When I think of nightgowns, I think of proper young women. I think of girls who regularly curl their hair and put on lipstick and make their bed and drink tea and wear eye masks and paint their toenails and cook elaborate meals, etc.
I’ve actually really enjoyed wearing the nightgown to sleep in during the recent nights. I’m thankful for the gift, and I’ll probably wear it a lot.
However, I just don’t consider myself to be a true nightgown-wearing kinda gal. I feel like such a phony when I put it on. I think I’ll just stick with my oversized men’s t-shirts for the time being.
I guess that’s a testament to who I really am. Shmee.
It’s funny how something as simple as a nightgown can create such dissonance in my brain.
