Flannel, baby. The granny nightgown of your dreams.
In fact, I’m so crazy in love with this evening wear, that I may just loll around all weekend in this or the kicky solid-red number that came with it. The only thing better than one flannel nightgown is two. You know it’s true.
The wind is howling cool and the leaves are dropping. Finally. All I need now is a good soup recipe and Big Fat Novel.