(** This post is a letter I wrote to my sister for her birthday this year, she's a halloween baby - how cool is that?! But I decided to also share it here with all of you. You know… for all the sista's**)
Happy Birthday Mimi-Kins!!
Okay, it’s official. I am no longer capable of writing things by hand - as every time I try my hand cramps up into a little deformed contortion and whimpers, “why the hell aren’t you typing this?”. I thought I was kind of over the whole super-long gushy card thing (we’ll see about that), but then I realized I haven’t really tried the whole super-long FUNNY card thing, and so I’m giving that a go, just for you on your special day... you’re welcome. (great sunni, so you got me the gift of having to force laughter at your lame jokes for my b-day, anything else totally-exhausting you’d like to give me?)
Okay, so... about your gift: I think you may be the only person in the world who gets this in the way that I do, and so I could not restrain myself from getting you one so we could commiserate. The illusive b-day gift I speak of is the vintage style long Flannel Nightgown. Oh yes, I said nightgown. I don’t know when I became a 78 year old woman, but I happily embrace my new found senior status, and I double-dog dare you not to totally LIVE IN THIS THING when you get it.
Somehow I have become some kind of cozy-chaser at an age when I probably should be celebrating my youthful body, but all I can seem to do is wrap it in super-soft fabrics that I swim in so that not one shred of fabric even comes CLOSE to pinching me or even hugging me - that’s right - back off waist bands!... Let me only feel the occasional brush of super-softness and the air that I was born in! Hit the road constrictive cute-stuff, and take your elastic underpants with you! Time to let all the lady bits BREATHE... all while being simultaneously wrapped in a soft cozy blankey with arm holes and just the right amount of draft. Oh yah... you can’t handle the truth of allllll a’ this under here ya’ll!! (*this is where you do the allathis dance where you wave your hands over your body and gyrate around like you’re totally owning that shit*)
I suppose it is possible that I am the only 35 year old who is grannying it up in her flannel nightgown, but lady, I’m bringing em’ back!! And you’re the first one to be alerted to the new trend... again, you’re totally welcome. I’m sure Scott will want to thank me for this style advice as well, because I know it is every mans fantasy to be surrounded in women wearing flannel tents.
Really though, I think you are going to love it as much as I do, and if you don’t, then just a couple snips and you’ll have some festive curtains for the holidays! In all seriousness, I think they are totally adorable and utterly classic, and made by a company that’s been making womens flannel nightgowns for 100 years or something. And your lady bits will thank me. And your non-gender-specific bits will also thank me. Give it 2 days and if you’re not hooked then something’s wrong with you. (or something’s wrong with me — I’m willing to look at it) ;)
And hey, if we suddenly grow high cheek bones and move into the House of Versailles then we can sport them like these two lovelies and become jet setting nightgown models.
You see, the nightgown is a metaphor... (oh don’t worry, it’s totally real too and coming your way soon via USPS)... it is total ALLOWANCE, it is all-encompassing ease and grace of motion. It doesn’t demand, or restrain or push or pull you into something you ought to be, it loves you as you are. It is love, as you are. It is total delight at the utter simplicity. It is one small thing that is a reflection of everything... and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do! And as much as we did as little girls on christmas morning! Okay, was that a whole-hell-of-a-lot of hullabaloo about a nightgown or what?! It should be noted that I’m in mine right now, for the 3rd consecutive day, (is that wrong?) so you might chalk it up to a case of the nightgown-crazies.
One thing is for sure... I LOVE YOU like crazy, and could not possibly be more thrilled you are my sister, and friend.
Love you baby girl, to the MOON! xoxo