What I Have Learned - Take Eleven

I have learned that pajama pants are acceptable attire.

I have lived in San Antonio almost four years. Before that I lived in a small town on the West coast of Florida for the 27 years prior. Moving here was a total and complete culture shock. I won't get into that right now, but I have to giggle about pajama pants.

Where I used to live, you did not go out in pajamas. Seldom did people even venture out in sweats, and never in slippers. Yet here, in this wonderful city, it seems pajama pants are as normal and accepted as jeans.

You will usually find me at Wal Mart, Target, or HEB several times in a week. I can not think of one instance, not one, where someone was not decked out in their pajama pants, and many times slippers to boot.

Whether it be the cute flannel plaid ones, character fleece ones, or anything in between - pajama pants are apparently just part of the dress code. At first I giggled, out loud even sometimes. But now, I have embraced their appreciation for comfort. I have joined the crowd, and ventured out in my plaid flannel pj pants - not often, but I have nonetheless. And don't tell anyone - but it is something I could get very used to....