Snuggling.

After a fairly busy last few weeks of logisticizing, packing, living out of boxes and in limbo, moving, unpacking, etc., I am feeling ridiculously un-chic.  I’m talking I’m-wearing-white-boys-Hanes-tees-and-boxers-until-noon-most-days.  Ugh.  Very unlike me.  Especially after I’ve just arranged the closet of my dreams and have all of my shoes lined up and ready to go.  But when you’re shuffling boxes around, tape stuck to your leg, and dust bunnies clinging to your sleeve, it just don’t feel right.  The least I can do is snap up some chic loungewear to make myself feel a little more pulled together.  This Eberjey set ($70 for top; $70 for bottom) caught my eye.

Don’t those look dreamy and also kind of chic?! Alternately, I’m intrigued by this Outdoor Voices brand J. Crew has been featuring ($85 for top; $105 for bottoms).  I have a weird feeling that this pants will fit very strangely on me — I have a hard time with these tapered leg sweats.  Who are they made for?!  Justin Bieber-esque…

Meanwhile, Mr. Magpie is probably groaning from afar in pain.

Let me explain: I’m embarrassed/humiliated to admit that I owned a few pairs of Juicy Couture velour suits.  (Barf.  I promise I did not wear them with Uggs too often…ew.)  Mr. Magpie thought these were hideous from the moment they arrived on the scene in the early 2000s, and all my girlfriends and I thought we looked fabulicious in them.  I remember him scowling at them from the day I brought them home from Nordstroms, thinking I was looking hot.  And yet.  I hung onto one pair for years and years — they were black and so threadbare that they were basically translucent.  (And they were so comfortable.  Also, I admit to finding a strange, sardonic joy in stubbornly refusing to get rid of them, much to Mr. Magpie’s discomfort.)  At any rate, early in 2014, I anticlimactically threw them in the trash one morning.  It was strange: all these years of stubborn-ness and conviction in their comfort, and then one morning, I tossed them in the trash without giving it a thought, sort of like flicking ash into an ashtray.

When Mr. Magpie found out about this over dinner, he was astonished and slightly furious that I’d not given him the privilege of holding a small bonfire to destroy them himself.

So, Mr. Mags, hoping that you’re not too miffed at the idea that I may have just found a replacement.  At least they’re pink?  At any rate, if that won’t do, I’ll just wear my favorite pair of PJs around (also Eberjey, bought for our recent trip to Spain — $140) — they are SO soft and cozy.

More colors here.  My bestie also swears by their teddy style.  Eberjey has such soft fabrics and great patterns — love, love, love, love.  I also live in these J. Crew pajamas ($85 — monogrammed — duh.)  Great gift.

This LemLem romper ($213) may be the closest thing you can wear to pajamas in public while still seeming pulled together.  So I say go for it.

Snuggly.