Despite the fact I'm repeating myself, I'm going to say it again. I have a complaint about women's night clothes. Since there doesn't seem to be a good outlet to take my complaint to, I will voice it to you all. And you will have to suffer.
Women's night clothes come in two varieties: 1) heavenly comfortable but utilitarian (read: ugly) or 2) sinfully gorgeous but completely impractical (read: my boobs fall out). My brother's just stopped reading to go throw up. Sorry about that. (If you're of weak stomach, or genetically related to me, you can stop here.)
Don't get me wrong. I love pretty night clothes. Nightgowns, robes, short sets, etc. I love them. I had them long before I had anyone to look at them. They are soft and slinky and shiny and silky. Beautiful.
And completely impossible to sleep in.
I have two sets of night clothes. The first group consists of sweat pants or yoga pants of varying shapes, sizes and thicknesses (some for winter, some for summer) and tank tops or T shirts. Sometimes I wear a sports bra for extra support and/or layers. These are comfortable night clothes and I love them. However, they are not pretty. They are great for cold nights and times when you are sick, or just don't want to wear grownup clothes.
The second set of nightwear I own consists of pretty colours, soft materials, sprinkles of lace, slips of cotton, and the complete inability to hold my boobs anywhere for any length of time. I got a good portion of pretty nightwear for our wedding and managed to break most of it within the first night of wearing it. No, it wasn't anything exciting that caused it. Get your mind out of the gutter. There was no ripping of bodices. It was just me. I put these items on and they knew what they were in for.
I'm a roller. I toss, I turn, I scoot, I wiggle. Night clothing is in for a rough time. Pretty and delicate nightgowns are mercilessly torn from my body as I decide to go one way and the clothing stays behind. Straps break, seams pull, lace tears. I wake up with one strap missing, one boob hanging out, and the entire nightgown on backwards. It is not a pretty sight.
I've tried to stay away from wearing these items for any length of time. They are now more for presentation and less for practicality. I then moved towards little tank and short sets or slinky long pants to try and combine the two clothing dimensions. Alas, this too is not meant to be.
Pretty tank tops are, let's say, less about function and more about design. They are lovely and soft, but I am forever falling out of them. These outfits are meant for those with less than a B cup of feminine goodness. Those who don't need a village to support "the girls". However, I am determined I will not be thwarted. I will continue to search for a set of night clothes that are pretty and stay put, but I worry it will be a long search.
Until then, The Guy is going to have to get used to T shirts and sweat pants.