SLEEPWEAR FOR EVERY SEASON

an inspired guide πŸŒπŸ›Œ
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    β˜€οΈ In the ultra-hot summer, when you can't have anything on your body, just your skin and bones. Not even a sheet.
    When you've waited all day for the sun to go down, for just a little relief, and as you lie there with the attic fan creaking & whirring & groaning in the background, you start to believe that you will never fall asleep, even though you, of all people, DESERVE sleep. Then, in the morning, you wake up, with the sheet ON, because at some point, after you had started to resent everyone & everything & even that you'd been born at all, you DID fall asleep, you did cool off. Enough, even, for a sheet.
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    🍁 In the fall, with the window open, because you are emotionally invested in the crispness of the air and it is speaking to you on an almost primal level.
    Cotton poplin nightgown + woolly socks. Think: something a beautiful ghost would wear. You definitely don't break out the flannel yet bc you want to appreciate the chill, which is a novelty. These are cider days. Donut days. No pumpkin spice lattes, please-- just extra blankets.
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    ❄️ In winter, when you can't *really* hear the snow fall but you CAN listen to the world being blanketed in quiet.
    Everything is cozy, all the sounds are muffled, you probably have some soup in your house and since you knew the storm was coming you went to town and checked out as many library books as you could carry. This is the season for flannel. This is the time of year you can wear your pajamas in public because your down parka is enormous enough that, when paired with boots, creates a full-body shield protecting you from both windchill and the judgement of your fellow man.
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    🌩πŸŒͺIn spring, in bad weather, when you hear the click of the tornado siren before you hear the siren itself.
    When the sky has looked broody all day and people have been talking about something blowing in from Indiana, MODESTY is key. You need to be ready to run downstairs, turn on the television, and watch as the radar moves in the dark. Do you wake the children and rush them to the basement, or does the storm skirt just outside of town, in another county altogether? Either way, it's wise to cover up. After all, you could wind up on the local news: standing, bewildered, where your house used to be.