When I get home, I peel off my work clothes and usually throw on a black camisole or tank, an old grey and black cardigan, and a pair of super comfortable, ridiculous-looking lounge pants. They have leopard spots, in silver and grey, and the material is some kind of velour-jersey hybrid, but they feel like butter. My partner now calls me Tigerpants or Tigerbutt because I wear them so much. Somehow the whole ensemble has come to equal relaxation or, at least, marks some kind of transition point in my evening.
Anyone else a little too attached to their cozy around-the-house wear? Do tell, what is it? Details please!