It's the trend that has given laziness the street {style} credit that it has long yearned for.
Pajama dressing... robe dressing... sweatpants chic, whatever it is you want to call it. Me? I call it the perfect time in fashion for motherhood. {Ha.... ha.... ha.... tear... tear... tear...}
All joking aside, if you know me at all you know I never miss an opportunity to get dressed. So the thought of pajamas as outerwear is not compelling, considering I don't even wear pajamas or robes inside the home because they make me feel un-chic even when I'm alone in my house. (Although, Target has been making some pretty swoon-worthy cheapie matching pj's that I bought for my labor/delivery-- shop those here).
Anyway, point is? I found a pajama gown that makes me feel fabulous. And comfortable. And chic. And cool. When I put it on it made me want to lounge in Beverly Hills at a sexy hotel with a glass of vino in hand, surrounded by crisp palm trees and pretty people-watching.
So I did. And here I am.
Photographs taken at the Montage Hotel in Beverly Hills by Sabrina Hill.