That rumpled look
A scintillating piece of news has come my way this week — what to wear when taking an afternoon nap. It will rivet you all for sure, so re-fill your coffee cup or re-dangle your teabag and think about this.
The rumpled look is in, not as in stiltskin or stilted skin, just plain rumpled clothes. To get the look, you sleep in your clothes in the middle of the day. It’s kind of wacko but it has some merit: why bother undressing and re-dressing for a nap? Linen is the way to go, of course. Hermette, deliverer of such insightful insights, goes a bit further and suggests that ‘Afternoonwear can double as Napwear.’ Oh, I love that: NAPWEAR. Say it nice and slow. It’s all sort of cuddly and kittenish, curl-up-on-the-couch-ish. But wait, there’s more. ‘Nightgowns as daywear. Sleeping in evening-wear. Power-nap suits’. Your clothes can go all day and night long! And it’s their choice to put a dash in evening-wear but not in Afternoonwear. Such freedom! Such gay abandon of correctness. ‘Instead of activewear, the aim is to achieve inactivewear’. Now you’re talking. Hermette goes on to urge you to ‘Sleep alone! In your clothes! In the daytime!’ for the hottest style trend.
I’m doing it. Every day between 3.00-4.00pm. Don’t call around. Don’t knock. I’m napping.
I feel a confession coming on … Once, a very long time ago, said the Princess to the Pea, I had a very, very late night and I had to be up very, very early the next morning. The clock struck one, and I partied on, then two, then when I lay my head on the pillow it was three, as in 3.00 am. I was fully clothed, and made up, from the evening before, so that when the alarm shrieked at 4.30 am, all I had to do was raise myself from the bed, rinse my teeth and go. It saved a lot of time taking off and reapplying make-up, faffing around with hair (not a hair on my head was out of place when I rose) and no time was wasted deciding what to wear as I was fully dressed, including footwear. I napped in my boots. So, I think I may have started the trend. Hermette is simply catching up.
What I hadn’t considered was that I was going to an early morning organic produce market and my slinky napwear, blingy earrings and clinging suede boots looked a little, err, wrong, amongst forklifts and produce trucks. Dang. I nearly got away with it.
Hermette Magazine [email protected] I’m not recommending that you subscribe to it. It’s full of ridiculousness. It’s only for people who like to nap. In the daytime. Fully clothed. Body curled in a sunbeam. Struth.
