I was forced to watch "The Tourist" the other night. Mrs. Cascadian Prep brought it home to watch - not for the story, but for it being set in Venice. My parents had just returned from Venice and it had stoked MCP's interest. (I don't have an interest in Venice anymore than I have an interest in any over-touristed, smelly town. Trieste... now there's a town.)
Anyway, Johnny Depp spent considerable time running along Venetian rooftops in his "jammies." It was at this moment that I realized I didn't have any official pajamas in my wardrobe... just the typical boxer/t-shirt set-up. Also, realizing that our family would be hosting a female exchange student soon and that I probably shouldn't be gallivanting through the house in such unsecured raiment [read "eminent wardrobe malfunction" here] I set about procuring a real set of PJs.
I landed on these from Lands' End. And in the spirit of going big or going home, I got the double monogram - one on the shirt, one on the pants. When I came downstairs in them to show off, MCP rolled her eyes so much and with such vigor, I thought she was having a seizure. That's fine. She can harsh the PJs and harsh the double monogram, but we'll see if she ever gets to wear them now.