I’ve been married for almost 8 years. While I know you can’t believe this since I look so young and couldn’t possibly have gotten married in my teenage years, it’s the truth.
Before I got married, I’m sure people offered me all kinds of advice. I vaguely recall the sentiment of what most people told me, but I will forever remember something my Aunt told me at my bachlorette party where everyone was instructed to bring me a sexy piece of lingerie. While my sisters gave me the most threadbare pieces of fabric to ever be deemed lingerie and my mother-in-law gave me a robe that could have covered a nun quite modestly, my Aunt handed me two packages. One box contained a sexy little number with a tag that said “for the first 6 months” and in the second was a pair of cotton long sleeve button-up pajamas with a tag that said “for the rest of your life”. I remember thinking that I felt sad for people who only got to wear lingerie for 6 months and that I would never be like that.
Fast forward 8 years and my Aunt was not only a good guesser, but she should be considered for authoring a marital handbook. A few weeks ago, even after reading Christine’s great articles on going to bed pretty, I found myself pretty horrified by what I would fall in bed wearing. There was the night I fell asleep in the clothes I had worn all day because I had had too many glasses of wine. Not sexy. There were the leggings which had a hole in one of the seams because I wore them so frequently and couldn’t be bothered to go to Target and buy a new pair. So not sexy. There was also the t-shirt from a Halloween costume from a few years ago with maternity yoga pants. Most definitely not even remotely close to being sexy. And nowhere even in the same universe as refined!
I realized I not only had abhorrent habits that weren’t living la vie en luxe, but I was doing my self-esteem and my marriage a disservice. It is ridiculous to spend money on nice clothes, haircuts and beauty products if at the end of the day you throw on the equivalent of a burlap sack (Although, yes, burlap sacks could be more fashionable than maternity yoga pants when you haven’t been pregnant in several years) So, I did what any sane person does when realizing that they have a terrible habit. I threw all the clothes in a bag and drove them to the Salvation Army. When I got home and started to look at the options that were out there for attractive sleep and loungewear, I became quickly aware of three things. 1 – Loungewear, sleepwear and lingerie companies all think women with my body type (curvy) all want to look like we’re shooting porn movies at any given moment, 2 – There is an appalling amount of cartoon character covered sleepwear available on the market and 3 – The seemingly vast majority of options available for women are either appropriate for an elderly grandmother who had had her libido removed or an oversexed prepubescent girl. Was there no middle ground?
I wanted something that I could change into when I cam home from work. Something that I could throw on, be insanely comfortable in and yet still look put together so my husband might see me as a woman and that I could avoid being embarrassed in if the Girl Guides came to the door to sell cookies. It needed to be washable and it needed to allow me to still wear a bra – I have a three year old. Chasing with big boobs is a recipe for painful disaster and a dry-clean only outfit – of which I saw many – would mean it would spend 99% of its time in the pile waiting to go to the dry cleaner. So as I was browsing the Nordstrom website the other day, I came across something that caught my eye. A jumpsuit? In modal cotton? Meant to be worn as loungewear? Machine washable? Bra friendly? ON SALE? Were my eyes deceiving me… No. I had found my La Vie En Luxe solution.
Friends, let me introduce you to the little jumpsuit that could, made by Splendid Intimates. This baby is the most comfortable thing you’ll ever wear. And because it’s cut with a flattering cut, it camouflages any little extra weight you’re carrying around the mid section and thighs. It’s got straps that adjust so if you’re large chested you can be more modest if you need to. I wore it while watching TV the first night when my husband was out of town and texted a friend that I had fallen in love. I was wearing it another morning when a repair man came to the house 2 hours early and I hadn’t gotten dressed yet and I pulled on a cardigan quickly and looked presentable. I wore it one evening after work when my husband came home and he told me that I not only looked nice, but that I looked like I had lost weight.
Do I wear it to sleep? Not going to lie, I have. It’s so comfortable! But I’m making an effort to now wear it only for lounging and slip into a nice pair of actual pyjamas for bed or a newly acquired piece of lingerie slightly more practical than the fabric strips my sisters gave me years ago. Investing in the sleepwear and lingerie hasn’t been just for my poor husband, either. It turned out that if you want to really and truly embrace living la vie en luxe, which I wholeheartedly do, then you have to wholeheartedly embrace it in all aspects of your life. Even if it’s the personal and private aspects of your life that no one really sees. I’ve learned it’s especially those.