Three french hens
My third gift to you this Christmas season is a new pair of jams. I’m not the sort of person who has ever understood flannel, since I’m capable of overheating in any material at any time of year in virtually any climate. I’m not exactly looking for new ways to sweat. But these are the tops (bottoms, really), not too thick, heavy, hot or lumpy, and they won’t ride up to your kneecaps while you’re sleeping.
Good for: woeful petites who are sick and tired of their pants dragging on the floor, and chicks who like to be cozy while watching In Treatment on iTunes (what can I say, Lands’ End is specific with their product positioning). Would also go well with a Hello Kitty t-shirt. Who am I to judge?