Today I went shopping for some new PJs; simple, right? I started at Macy’s in Southdale because a few years ago I found some sweet cotton jammies there for a steal. Unfortunately, I gave them to my Mom and they disappeared from the nursing home where she was living. Anyway, I thought I might be as lucky again. Well, not so much, too expensive, so I headed over to Marshall’s. Cheap,hoochie mama jammies. Gak.

On the way over to Penney’s, I was walking behind a maintenance guy who apparently thought that if he wore enough aftershave or cologne, the whole world would be a better place. Yes, THAT’S what’s wrong with your life, not enough aftershave.

Crap, I didn’t find anything suitable at Penney’s either. I really only ask one thing of PJs, they need to be cotton. Oh, and not ugly. However, if I ever feel I need to outfit myself in terrycloth flip-floppy slippers and a seersucker housecoat, I’ll know where to go.

The reason behind my last-minute, frenzied, futile shopping trip for PJs is that I’m going to try this idea Jenny gave me about not buying anything new for a year. Bwahaha, I think I’ll start with three months; I have the attention span of a hummingbird. Food and cleaning supplies are all that’s allowed, no new books (ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh), only library and secondhand bookstores, no new clothes. Not big issues for me, but I won’t wear someone else’s pajamas. Ew. No new house frippery either, that might be difficult; I’m always buying stupid little things to put on shelves or hang on the wall or pillows for the sofa or plants or…whatever. I’m starting April 1. Wish me luck!