Monkey on My Back

Having a 'monkey on your back' is said to describe an addiction of sorts. Perhaps even a drug addiction. Well, when I use it to describe the pyjamas which I can't live without, the words take on both a metaphorical and quite literal meaning.

You see, my fluffy pink PJs have brown monkeys all over them and, frankly, they do not represent the most stylish of outfit. In fact, they represent the antithesis of style. But, I can't live without them, I really can't. I'm addicted you see.

No matter how many other pairs I eye-up admiringly in La Senza, nor how many I purchase, or have purchased for me, I can't shake the cosy, comforting familiarity that comes when I slide into my soft, worn, bobbled bedtime outfit. Bliss.

I've taken some slack for them too. They are regularly ridiculed and I fear that one day they’ll 'go missing' in some act of tomfoolery. That will be a sad day indeed. They've moved house with me...four times. They have seen many a hangover, slumber party and romantic liaison (well, I mean that in the loosest sense, seeing as they are actually beginning to act as a husband deterrent).

For somebody who takes clothes quite seriously, I am myself amazed by my choice of nightwear but, I will not apologise for them. In a world where glamour doesn’t always mean comfort, who needs lace negligees and skimpy slips? Not I! This monkey on the back is here to stay.

Style Twist - not even the most stylish person I know x