Pajamas and Bathrobes

When I was eleven my family was invited to the home of a skinny blonde lady named Jane, a friend of the family. She invited us to spend a week at her beach house on Fire Island. I was surprised that she would go shopping in a weensy red bikini in the market. I know now that people in seaside communities do this, but as a child I was shocked.

When my husband and I first moved in to our apartment on Grand Street I was shocked to see my neighbor Henry in his backyard wearing pajamas. I said to my husband, Look, Henry is in his pajamas!

When I first stayed over at my husband's family house I was surprised when his father walked into the kitchen, wearing a bathrobe, to pour himself a cup of coffee. 

I never saw my parents in their pajamas. 

Now in the city where I live, mothers wear pajamas and bathrobes walking their dogs or walking to the bus stop. They even wear pajamas in the grocery store.