to wonder why people don't get dressed anymore

[likesnowflakesinanocean]

or is it just where I live? everyone is wandering around in pjs, go to the shop someone's there in pjs, bobbing out of each others houses in pjs, kids on the park not dressed. I don't even like putting the bin out in my pjs am I missing a new craze or something

I use to go everywhere in my PJs, then I moved to England and people would stare at me, one man made a comment to me and made me feel even more horrible and self conscious. I have yet to wear PJs outside again.

EVERYBODY makes snap judgements against people who somehow go against their own personal code.

I am sure the Virgin Mary slagged off Balthazar's sandals after he dropped the gift off.

Usual is the one of the least judgemental mumsnetters on here, but I bet if I had a baby tomorrow and named it Ethel she would roll her eyes at me dahn the Internet [grin\

We parked in a P&C place without a child the other night at tescos,I was most disappointed no one yelled at us.

I want to get some PJs now so that I can wear them outside the house and be tutted at. I am SO boring now I am a respectable middle-aged laydee.

If you called your baby Ethel I would be in turmoil trying not to judge you

If you get on the train to Liverpool from Euson, you will often see women with their hair in rollers. It takes them the entire 2 hour journey to put their 'face' on & when they get off at the other end they look like the girls off Scouse wives. So it's the other way round there. I have put light makeup on the train but I haven't got the courage to put on a full face & go out in rollers.

at Ethel.

I always park In those parking spaces, I used to do so when I had a red convertible for maximum twat value. Nobody ever said anything. It's a bloody outrage.

My mum always went on errands in her rollers and headscarf.

I was most impressed at a young girl who put on false eyelashes on te central line at rush hour, she didn't even need a mirror.

If I out lipstick on without a mirror I look like Bette Davis in Mary Jane.

I never knew where she went though, she always said im just going on an errand.

I just sleep in my clothes. How low class is that?

i had a old school friend who thought my name was ethel. she still calls me ethel when i bump into her now. my name is not remotely near ethel i must just look like one.

It was always a surprise in coronation street when thingy (what's her bloody name) took her rollers out and went down the rovers. She had her rollers in more often than not,

Haha at looking like an Ethel.

Oh calm down MrsDevere. You know nothing about me. But if you want to know so you can stop your judgement - I grew up in a broken family, lived in council houses and on a council caravan estate in the 70's. and my family has voted labour all their life.

I couldn't have had a much more working class upbringing.

And my comment that I am sure you are a lovely person was meant as a compliment. That you may be getting the hump about this but I am sure are actually quite nice with good character.

I don't want to piss you off any more. If i comment any more we will only just wind each other up even more. Enjoy the rest of your evening

I decided society was doomed the day i saw a grown woman in a onesie and trainers on the platform at kings cross.
I don't understand the whole going out in pyjamas thing-i don't wear underwear under pyjamas so are all these people bra and knickerless? Doesn't that detract from the comfort factor? Aren't they worried about their nipples and bum cracks showing? What about period staines?!?

I've come to the conclusion i've thought far too much about this and i need to buy some new pyjamas....

I haven't seen anyone in their pjs but the teenage girls here eat baby food straight out of the jar as a meal.

Apparently it is high in nutrients but very low in calories.

I've tried to tell them it's better to purée your own but they won't listen.

Onesies are so uncomfortable. I am long waisted, but they are in the same class as swimsuit I.e. wedgie creating and crap.

Dd loves hers but she bought at XXL blokes one. With sponge bob on it. Which makes me FRIGHTENED that there are enough XXL men in the world who love sponge bob to warrant Asda making the blood things.

Just where you live.

Except my neighbour, sometimes, when walking the dog.

I've tried to tell them it's better to purée your own but they won't listen.
You've got a genuine LOL (ok, a loud giggle) from me there. :D

I think we should play working class credentials.

Pyjamas are for bed. Clothes are for day. That is the natural order.