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April 7, 2010
>This column originally appeared on HerNashville.com.
A couple of months ago, I began receiving a number of e-mails from readers.
“Have you seen these?” some wrote. “You have to try them out!” others declared.
They were talking about PajamaJeans, the hottest thing to hit the as-seen-on-TV circuit since the Snuggie. Watch the commercial on the PajamaJeans site and it’s easy to imagine that the pants, billed as stylish mock jeans that are comfortable enough to sleep in, are destined to become all the rage in Paris and Milan. After all, “They look like they were made by some European designer,” according to the PajamaJeans announcer.
As many of you know, I have publicly come out against the widespread trend of wearing pajama bottoms in public (and my husband is a primary offender, so don’t hate), and with that in mind, I had to wonder: Could PajamaJeans offer us all a happy compromise, one that could bring me and public pajama wearers together in harmony?
There was only one way to find out.
I ordered myself a pair of PajamaJeans for the low, low price of $39.95, which also included a 100-percent brushed cotton T-shirt (“An entire outfit!” the Web site crows). It was only after I ordered them that I learned that my snuggly PajamaJeans, so perfect for the last few months of winter, wouldn’t arrive for 6 to 8 weeks — just in time for spring. Apparently, PajamaJeans came from the same factory in Antarctica as the Bumpit. Oh well. They do say good things are worth waiting for …
Finally, just in time for Easter, my PajamaJeans arrived in the mail. Eagerly, I put them on, only to discover that they didn’t quite work as jeans. Or as pajamas.
To their credit, they do look like jeans, even though they feel like they are made of extra-strength sweatsuit material. But they’re low-rise and come just above my hipbone, with no loops for a belt. Consequently, not only was I pulling them up the whole time I had them on, but I’d hazard a guess that anyone whose name isn’t Jillian Michaels can expect to be sporting quite the muffintop along with her PajamaJeans.
Still, I’d vowed to give my PajamaJeans a thorough test drive, and that’s exactly what I did, first wearing them straight to bed.
What can I say about the experience? Well, have you always longed to wear a pair of low-rise industrial strength sweatpants with rivets to bed? No? Then you’re not missing out on much. Two words can sum up that long and remarkably uncomfortable night: Never again.
Perhaps, though, my PajamaJeans were better suited as day wear. With that in mind, I wore my them to a community Easter egg hunt over the weekend, and then onto a soccer game. It was 80 degrees that day, but I’m nothing if not committed, so I wore my PajamaJeans anyway. I also wore a tunic top over them, so that I wouldn’t expose my rear end if I leaned over in my low-rise jammiejeans.
Oh, I was definitely a sight. “Who’s that girl?” I’m sure everyone was thinking. “And why is she wearing those heavy jeans and that tunic on such a beautiful, warm day? WHAT DOES SHE HAVE TO HIDE?”
Well I’ve got two full-term pregnancies that say you don’t want to know.
But don’t worry, I had the last laugh. No one had any idea that I was actually in my pajamas!
LOLOLOLROFL!
Ahem.
Will I wear my PajamaJeans again? Well, if it’s laundry day and I’ve got nothing else to put on and I’m puttering around the house and I just have an overwhelming desire to spend the day hiking up my non-jeans? Maybe. But honestly, if I want to wear comfortable pants in public, I think I’ll just stick with my GAPBody yoga pants.
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