Showing posts with label nightie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nightie. Show all posts

Friday, October 12, 2012

Black Beauty

I wanted to get a few more photos of sleepwear from my collection, but Sleep Week didn't result in any more sleep for me (wishful thinking- silly me!), and therefore resulted in decreased productivity.  (Don't you hate how that happens?)

Anyway, here's a set by Vanity Fair that I love:
 Both the nightie and robe are double-layer nylon- translucent cream and sheer black.
 The details are so pretty- lace flower appliques and little pearl beads.
We'll see what turns up this weekend... and what next week will bring.  Happy Friday!

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Pretty Pleats

I have a penchant for crystal pleated nylon.  When it's allover and see-through, who wouldn't?!  This is a Vanity Fair babydoll nightie from the early 60s.
These panties, also Vanity Fair, are later- different tags, different pleating, different lace trim- but they match well enough.
I have this peignoir in my Etsy shop, where you can see the whole set.
It's by Formfit Rodgers and has a robe to match.  Gorgeousness!

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

sLeapin' Leopards

I could make a week's worth of blog entries on my Vanity Fair leopard print collection alone.  Today, you get to see some of the sleepwear.

This little nighty was a super el cheapo find at a resale chain in Austin. I love pleasant surprises, like when buyers don't care (or don't know) about things I love and price them el cheapo.
I've found the hip hugger panties and tap pants, just in case I feel matchy-matchy.
I usually just use the tap pants like bloomers for swing dancing so no one sees my skivvies.  I suppose they could make the nighty like shorty jammies if I wore them together.
I have these jammies on Etsy, although I'm tempted to keep them myself.
With a chill in the night air lately, I gotta stay cozy somehow.  I might as well do it in style.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Peachy Keen

Once upon a time, my dear friend Karen gave me a lovely quilted bedjacket.  I'm about to start using such things as I keep the windows open on cool nights.
It's handmade, and silk.

This pretty thing was found in a questionable neighborhood, hiding in the lingerie and sleepwear rack.
It's a no-name, but pretty nonetheless.  
Very reminiscent of Gil Elvgren pinups, backlit in sheer robes and nightgowns. 

So, the moral of the story is: If you have friends who also hoard vintage, or you venture into sketchy neighborhoods in your thrifting adventures, you get pretty things.  The End.