I few weeks ago, I read this article in Vogue about an old-fashioned flannel nightgown. And while I didn’t have a nightgown precisely like this as a kid, it brought to mind warm winter nights by the fire and Caroline Ingalls fantasies, so I found a (decidedly cheaper) flannel nightgown for myself. It’s just as cozy and wonderful as it looks. Especially this week when our highs are well below zero.
I was chatting to a certain friend about it, flirtatiously planning a hoped-for winter cabin weekend together and I asked if he wanted to see my new 19th century nightgown, joking that it was a boner killer. (It is positively voluminous, made of thick cotton flannel and goes to ,my ankles, it leaves *everything* to the imagination.) He replied with “Haha, nothing you could wear would be a boner killer!” and I’m not joking when I say I almost cried. Covid and no sex in almost a year and some recent weight gain has left me feeling decidedly unsexy, so it meant a lot.
Anyway, here it is, a little fingering of the buttons to try to sex it up. 🙂
Your friend is right.