Cotton voile pajama-style pants are to a city in the summer what beach pants are to the beach and sweatpants are to the winter. What I mean by this is that they’re a comfortable, easy, no-brainer solution to the question of what to wear when you feel…any which way you feel: like hot shit, lukewarm caca or frozen feces.
But how many ways can you wear a pair of pajama-style pants? And within how many contexts? Allow me to attempt a demonstration with the following photographic representations, articulated in a pithy, rhyming poem.
Wear them on your coffee run,
Or when you’re going out to dine,
Choose them for a fancy stroll…
Or beachside with a glass of wine.
Try them while you’re city-side,
Or when you’re sure that it might rain…
Take them to the office too,
No, wear while in the party lane!
Put them on to self-express, to wear your style proud…
Pair them with a makeshift top,
Or one that’s plainly loud.
Just know no matter what you wear—nightgown,
Red, white and blue…
You’re in it for the thrill of clothes!
Of being you.
(And btw, just to be clear,
Although I’m sure you knew —
It’s fair game here, all ‘round these parts
Any pj “pants” will do.
Now there’s an edit, just 4 u.
Thanks for the good times! Signing off yours,
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