Pyjamas in public and other fashion faux pas

How did it come to this?
I wore my pyjamas in public. And not just in public, but down to my local shopping centre which is big enough to have a Coles and a Target. You know you have sunk very, very low when you do this! It gets worse...but more about that later.

Quick background - but this excuse could not be used as a defence! My baby is still sick and I decided to take her to the doctor. I got an appointment this morning but I...had...to...leave...NO W. So between brushing two sets of teeth (mine and my two-year-old's), getting him to do a wee, getting his shoes on, getting a bag with a spare nappy for the bub, my wallet, mobile, sunnies etc I was already late.

And I looked in my wardrobe and well, I was late and my jammies aren't THAT bad. They aren't twee little jammies from Bras & Things with cartoon characters (no adult should wear these in private OR public) nor are they trendy Peter Alexander patterned types. They are plain Target jammies. I think they are even called all-day-wear (marketed at gullible, lazy mums like me obviously). The pants are soft grey and the top is a grey and blue striped singlet.

So I closed my eyes and shut the door behind me. But this is where it gets worse! I didnt have the time to put on my joggers so I chucked on THONGS! So I have long pant - jammies and black thongs. I cant even visualise it without getting shivers.

Please remember that I was once the type who got joy from seeing clothes I owned featured in nice magazines like Marie Claire. I knew my Sass&Bide from my Scanlan and Theodore. I had a Ruth Tarvydas frock long before they started showing up at the Brownlow Medal count and Logie Awards. Now here I am with jammies and thongs in public. Oh how the mighty have fallen!

On the way back from the doctors, I thought I would just 'pop' into Coles to pick up some essentials like milk and nappies (I think the sleep deprivation was to blame for such a tragic decision). So I went where there was population - people I possibly knew - wearing my pyjamas. God help me. It was like being on drugs though I was SO paranoid that people were looking at me (look at that poor, poor woman in her PYJAMAS!).

Luckily my life is pretty mundane and not like a story from the 'Girls Night In' series of books so I didnt run into any past loves, past friends who are now successful and beautiful, clients or family. But it was too much to take. I will never, ever do it again. Please dont tell my mum.

Actually, there arent any other fashion faux pas' here, but it was a nice title. Lets face it, this one was enough to last a while. Other musings on fashion for another day. I have more sheets to get off the line and bottles to boil.