Belinda is a fashionista (that ISN’T HER in the photo by the way!)
She always has cutting edge couture and accessories in tow. I wouldn’t say she’s a slave to fashion, though. She prefers the ‘classics’ to what happens to be ‘in the moment’. For example, her Kelly Birkin – which she never leaves home without. Although, she does have it in many colours, sizes and materials. So, in that regard, she is a slave to fashion.
Imagine my surprise, then, when she wore one of these exceedingly unflattering nightgowns to bed. I asked her if she was a ‘Trekkie’ – as I figured this was a set of fan-boy pyjamas more at home on the Star Ship Enterprise than in our glamorous suite at the Four Seasons.
Her reply was insensitive: since I was her only audience at the moment, she didn’t see the need to be fashionable while we slept. I reminded her that we had some business to take care of before sleeping… but, nevertheless, I was disappointed that her costume couldn’t have been more inspiring: like a French milking maid, or an Akihabara, cosplay waitress.
The fact of the matter was that they were very comfortable, she said. And then she rabbeted on about the negative ions used in the fabric, it’s excellent wicking characteristics, it’s wrinkle-free nature, and how easy it was to travel with, etc – all of which are supposedly designed to give you an incredibly comfortable night’s sleep.
“What a load of tosh,” I thought. Why would I want negative ions beneath the sheets? If anything, I’d like a positive lift. Nevertheless, she was all in favour of those negative ions. They were meant to neutralise stress, apparently.
“I have a much better method of stress neutralisation,” I replied, before peeling off her panties.
Later on, I googled ‘Goodnighties‘ out of curiosity. I was confronted by the same spiel as Belinda had given me – that this ultra-performance fabric is meant to neutralise stress (‘smart fabric’, they say). It also acts as an anti-bacterial barrier (against what, I don’t know). Frankly, it seemed a lot of waffle but Belinda swore by them.
I certainly enjoyed slipping her out of them. We had a thoroughly enjoyable time playing horsey. I was the horse, in case you’re wondering.
In retrospect, perhaps I would have benefitted from a pair, as I was drenched by our workout. I turned up the air-conditioning, while she threw her goodnighties back on. Also, her first class airline eye-patch. Hmmm. I guess this was going to be a long intermission. I had rather fancied playing missionary next. Oh well, tomorrow was new day.
If it’s any compensation, Belinda, you definitely got the better night sleep. I couldn’t get the damn air-conditioner to the correct setting and alternatively sweated and froze – while you woke up looking as refreshed as a daisy. Perhaps those pyjamas worked after all. Maybe I should get myself a pair. But I don’t feel bold enough to wear them around anybody else!