Picture it: Macon Georgia,2007. Two girls are wandering through the Salvation Army looking for costumes for the Tacky 80’s mixer later that evening. In addition to finding the GEM of an outfit seen above (thanks to Capable Carrie for the photo!) I ended up finding the holy MUTHA of all nightgowns.
It was worn and faded, but incredibly soft. Some mistaken volunteer had put it in with the dresses instead of which the sleepwear, a department I otherwise would never have gone to (used sleepwear? Call me old-fashioned but that’s like having herpes on speed-dial). Still–it had a logo I found incredibly funny, and since it was
crotchless sanitary I decided to go for it. I rationalized that it was, after all only a dollar, and I thought I’d wear it that evening at the sleepover after the mixer for giggles and discard it the next day.
I never got rid of it though. At first it was the comforting softness, the way the cotton fabric allowed my skin to breathe and the lack of pants kept me from having night sweats. It was long enough to wear around to lounge in and provided an endless amount of comments and laughs for every sleepover I took it to.
I wore it after all the break-ups and the drunken all-nighters in college. In my mid-twenties I wore it after each and every bad work day; the ONLY thing I wanted to wear when I was sick. The silly nightgown and impulse buy became something else entirely–a security blanket I needed to make me feel comfortable and safe when I was at my most vulnerable. Call me sentimental, especially since I’m devoting an entire post to a mere piece of fabric, but the nightgown is what I now consider the best dollar I ever spent. After years of shopping addiction and impulse spending it is one of the few purchases I never regretted.
Flash Forward to now: July 2012. I was in bed in my beloved gown eating bean dip. (yeah, I eat bean dip in bed! Get at me!) And fatty-fatty-no-friends that I am, I spilled dip all down the nipple area of the shirt. You can see the damage below.
The stain didn’t come out, and I feel like such a slob walking around the house in a dip stained nightgown while my hot boyfriend is nearby. Alas, into the trash the nightgown goes…. but not without all the fanfare and the proverbial “ten-gun salute” it so rightly deserves. I am so super sad to see you go, but I guess after six years it is time to get some new PJ’s. It’s not like I didn’t get my moneys worth.
Perhaps it is because it was such a great bargain; an item that I got a lot of use out of I feel just a tiny bit better about placing it into retirement.
Thanks for the memories comfy white trash 80’s nightgown. Goodnight and good luck.
Help me grieve my loss! What’s the best dollar you’ve ever spent?