I’m not a “No one’s going to see me; I’m just at home bingeing on Doris Day movies all weekend” kind o’ girl. If, knock wood/god forbid/etc., a fire breaks out in the building and I have to evacuate, I want to look cute when I’m out on the sidewalk, especially since I’m sure one of the firemen would be looking for a girlfriend while he’s doing his job and fall in love with me pronto because, “Wow,” he’d think, “dig those pajamas, and hey, she’s kinda cute too, especially because she offered to bolt back into the burning building to get me a nice glass of pink lemonade.”

Anyway, these darlings are from the ’60s and never worn. YET.