Full disclosure: the gramma is horrified I’m blogging about this today.
But it’s the truth 
For a long time, I loved these pajama pants. Maybe a little too much. Especially this clown pair. They used to be bright orange, baby pink and blue, olive, and red. They… became a sad sad caricature of themselves, and yet I wore them the most of all my pajama pants because they were my cheer me up pair, my goofy clown pair, and I always somehow felt better in them.
Gramma? Hated them a lot. They look awful! You wore away the hem of the cuffs! You need to wear SOMETHING ELSE! I just couldn’t reform. I liked the pants too much.
Until the day that the seat split clean open, worn away from much loving and much sitting pretzled up on the sofa.
That was one way to get me to stop wearing them, all right. I’d have fixed them, but the fabric is pretty much shredded. Boohoohoo.
Perhaps it was for the best, anyhow.
Time to move on to my second favorite pair, mm? You’ll notice a small trend, I think, in how they’re covered with circles too. Circles? Are my favorite shape! Really. And these were pink! Bonus!
It’s really too bad that the very next day, I realized that the seat of this pair had several holes in it…. so much for having a second favorite pair.
And thus I was down to subsisting on two pairs of pajama pants, neither of which are favorites. Two is not a lot when you live in pajamas.
I think you need to get them sewn into a patchwork quilt….
Oh, I’ve known the love only an old pair of somethings can bring… For me, it’s t-shirts.
They’re not ugly!
You’re right. Two is not a enough when you live in ze jim-jams. Time to scour the online sales for pink circles of comfort!
Sniff! Look at Old Navy…they have good ones. Don’t know about dots though.
Time to go shopping!
I think there are more favorite pajama pants out there waiting to be found.
Booo! Two is indeed not enough when you live in PJs. I live in mine too
My fav are too hot right now, though – they are lavendar with litle goth girls all ove them writing “I will not wear my PJs to class…” over and over again 
The inherent tragedy of wearing out your favorite jammies. I just had to jettison my favorite nightgown – it was a dress up dress in its first life, then the sleeves came off and it became a nightgown.(knit fabric). It was worn pretty much to death. I was sad to see it go. It replaced a cotton nightgown I made that pretty much shredded on me.
Why don’t things last forever? I mean, good things.