I’ve been thinking about sleepwear a lot lately.
I sleep by myself so I have no one to impress when I go to bed.
I’ve been known to wear everything from a t-shirt (and nothing else) to sweat pants, tank top, and thick socks.
When I sleep on the couch at Tejas’ house, I wear rainbow striped velour pajama bottoms with a peach jersey pineapple print dress.
Yes, clearly I’m not out to wow the crowds.
Which is why I think Tejas has taken an interest in my sleepwear for Sweden.
He doesn’t want me to underwhelm The Swede.
The thing about sleeping in Sweden, is that I ABSOLUTELY can’t fall asleep unless I am warm.
That’s just how it works with me.
If my feet are cold I can’t sleep.
If my core is cold, I can’t sleep.
If my butt is cold. . .
And so on.
So I REALLY want to be warm when I sleep in Sweden.
I decided to compromise on the warm Swedish Hockey pajamas I was planning on wearing.
Instead I bought two nightgowns.
Red and blue because you know, I am after all a hot-blooded American woman.
Ironically, it’s been so long since I spent the night with someone, I’ve forgotten how well two bodies manage to keep each other warm.
I probably don’t NEED the nightgowns.
But they’re there, if for no other reason than to make me look like a respectable human being instead of a woman who is travelling halfway around the world to sleep with The Swede.