Experiment: The Nightgown

Perhaps no article of clothing is more matronly than the nightgown.*

A trip to any catalog-era department store will confirm this. Row after row of high-collared, flannel or felt frocks evocative of curlers and rose-scented bath salts. The wearers comprising a strange dual-demographic of grandmothers and 7-year old girls - females nightgowned in the stages of femininity more concerned with softness and chocolate chip cookies than out-and-out hotness. The little-girl/old-lady set. Characterized best perhaps by the Olsen twins.

And yet. . . .

Something classically appealing about them, these gowns of the night.

Perhaps the name. Nightgown. Gown. It actually sounds so elegant. So glamorous, it makes you want to enter the room in grand sweeps of tulle and chiffon peignoir like a 50s screen queen. Standing with one arm draped over your own shoulder in sake of false modesty, while some handsome broad-jawed bachelor sips a martini. Shaken.

This is truly an article of clothing that always makes an entrance. At least if you are in a Hitchock or Howard Hawks movie.

So what happened to this relic of mid-century sleepwear? How did it fall so far, as to now only occupy the closets of the senior citizen crowd?

So anyway, I got one for Christmas. Yeah.

It was purely functional, I assure you. Turns out when you are carrying an extra 10-15 pounds on your front-side the mere thought of an elastic-waisted pj pant makes you nauseous. You need room to breathe. You need that belly space. You need a nightgown, or on second-thought, a toga. Or upon third thought, a sheet with a hole for the head.

I think the last time I wore a nightgown it was emblazoned with a very large New Kids on the Block logo. And I looked fabulous in it. And that cherub Joey McIntyre looked good on it.

But finding a nightgown in 2011 that felt comfortable without being matronly was a bit of a challenge. Turns out they are very, very out of style. LL Bean carries a few varieties. Lands End has some. The supply at JC Penny could only be described as plentiful. But none of these are what you'd call stylish.

My mother found one for me at Kohls that fit the bill. Functional, comfortable, v-neck, cranberry colored, knee-length. Not grandmotherly or childish.

And I will testify, gloriously comfortable. I don't know why people even bother with the restrictive waistband of the two-piece set. Why endure such discomfort!

I'm pretty sure that when Eliza Doolittle (Audrey Hepburn) exclaimed "I could have danced all night!" it was because dancing all night in a nightgown was so dang comfy! She really could have danced ALL night.

I say, bring back the nightie. And I really do think it won't be long. The depression-era lingerie found at Anthropologie and Asos (which Jared very rightly calls Miss Hannigan lingerie) has already made its comeback. I figure the flowy nightgowns of Bewitched can't be far behind.

So take your mannish old-navy flannel pj pants and throw them out the window!

Let's bring back the comfort! Let's bring back the glamour!

*Not counting the muumuu, which is undoubtedly part of the nightgown genus, so not that it matters anyway.

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Alt Design Summit

While I guess I'm announcing things, let me add another to the list in case any of you are interested/going:

I'm speaking at Alt. this year.

I get to hang with the other speakers like Design Sponge (aka Grace Bonney), the co-founder of Pinterest (pinteresting. . . ), Design Mom, and of course my dear old friend Hunter Sebresos! And I'll get to meet lots of other impressive creative types. Or, let's put it this way, they get to meet ME.

I'll be speaking on how design, craft, fashion, and deli meat bloggers can use basic ad principles to differentiate and strengthen their brand. "We're all Mad Men" is what I'm calling it (even though I very much dislike the show of the same name).

Are any of you going? Craft Queen Alison Faulkner will be going. . . . in case that persuades you.

I'll be there the morning of Friday, Jan 20th, if you want to see how a pregnant woman tries to channel Don Draper. Or Peggy whatsherface.

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Experiment: Growing a Human Being

This was tucked inside my fortune cookie last month: 
Soon = 3 months. Maybe too soon. Sort of surreal. Always feel weird announcing personal things, because what more can you expect than a "congratulations." And congratulations, though well intentioned and sincere, never feel like enough when I'm on the giving end.  Pregnancy announcements are like sympathy cards in that way - not a lot of options of things you can say.

So can I solicit some nontraditional congratulations? You know, like "Best wishes on your Asian son." 

Or a name recommendation (boy).  For instance, "Jean-Luc Pi Cardon." 
Because after all, he probably will come out bald. And if he's anything like his father, articulately nerdy.
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