A red plaid woolen nightie in the winter, and a white cotton nightie in the summer.

Even though I live in Southern California, I must wear my mittens to bed year-round since I get cold so easily. It’s probably good that I live here instead of NJ!

I’m on a personal quest to experiment with ways to save energy. As Ted Turner says, it’s going to take a national effort as large as the effort we needed to get through World War II in order to survive the global warming and energy crisis. My goal this winter was to turn the heat down to 58 degrees. To be able to tolerate this, I needed to find other ways to stay warm indoors. Initially, it was very cold during the day. I dressed in a number of layers, which included a set of microfiber long underwear. They helped a lot, but my ears were still cold so I wore my daughter’s ski headband. To my surprise, I got used to the cold and stopped wearing the headband after 2-3 weeks. I even became very hot and uncomfortable whenever I went to warmer buildings. For sleeping purposes, I had to find the heaviest comforter I could to sleep under. I wanted something as thick as the comforters my grandmother used in Canada. The down comforters they sell today are way too thin. I opted to use a heavy featherbed in place of a down comforter. At the night, the featherbed became a dream come true. It was very heavy, but felt very secure. After being under it for about 30 minutes, I couldn’t tell if it was 58 degrees or 8 degrees in the room. I started sleeping better than I ever have before. Normally, I have long periods of very light sleep. Those days are over. I am more rested and, thus, much happier than I have been in a long time. I get by on less sleep now because the sleep I get is much better. What I thought would be an inconvenience, actually turned into a great benefit. Under the comforter, I wear a cotton nightgown and those microfiber leggings. I was also concerned I might catch a couple of colds or the flu this winter. I’ve been healthy every single day. My husband reports a similar experience with the lower temperatures in the house. I’m going to talk him into lowering the thermostat a few degrees below 58 during the night next winter. When my daughter came home from college, she kept turning up the heat. She believes you should wear whatever you want and turn the heat up until you feel comfortable. This is the reason we’re going to lose the global warming crisis. Next year I will get a locked cover for the thermostat.

I sleep in a t-shirt and shorts. But, I don’t wear underwear under my short. Not unless Aunt Flow comes to visit.

Cotton…any style or in the buff…depends on if I might have to answer the door as I sleep during the day and work at night. Long sleeves in winter, sleeveless in summer with the air conditioning on.

I’ve been sleeping in my clothes, fully dressed, for the last few months. This makes me incredibly productive in the morning as I can do just about anything once I wake up. Again, another one of my unAmerican habits. I expect to be told to leave any time.

In Moroccan cotton caftans the whole year, adding wool socks in winter.

His arms :)

Old but good 100% cotton t-shirts, the thinner the material the better. I’ve always slept in t-shirts, and have a whole collection of them just for “night wear”. Old travel t-shirts are the most fun, and my favorite is a red, white and blue print of a sailboat and the words “Leningrad Yacht Club” across the front. Since St. Petersburg (Russia) hasn’t been called Leningrad in years, you can guess the age of the shirt. Still comfy, though.

In an over-sized t-shirt. Of course, I usually have to pull it over my head and hang it over the bed poster because the hot flashes overwhelm me.

Nothing. The sheer sensuality of fine linens against my skin is a pleasure I refuse to deny myself spring, summer, fall or winter.

A teeshirt and panties

Lovely flowing nightgowns, always—thin cotton in the summer and flannel in the winter—even when I’m by myself.

I love those simple cotton nightshirts but am all with the bunched-up thing. C’est dommage. Sure don’t miss those jammies with the feet and the plastic sticky-feet. Such an effort to go potty in the night! I’ll go naked, weather permitting, or with the light cotton bottoms and little t-shirt stolen from Dad or boyfriend.

I sleep in my skin and beautifully soft sheets next to my husband of 18 years. He is also in the buff, unless we are not well, then we add healing ointments that are absorbed in old concert t-shirts…soft and well worn. I rarely sleep in anything else. But on occasion, a silk Indian shift that is also very very soft. I could sleep anywhere tho….with a deep breath to carry me off to dreamland.