Recently, I splurged on a gorgeous, soft cotton white nightgown that is the size of a small tent (JUST the way I like it) at the Nordstrom’s Half-Yearly-Half-Caf-Half-Decaf-Full-Monty-Un-Anniversary-Sans-Piano-Player Sale and I swear I feel like royalty when I wear this stunning muumuu. Sometimes I think I might even belt it and wear it out, around town, with a pair of Frank Lloyd Wright type wedges because this nightie has EVERYTHING—it even has pockets as deep as The Mariana Trench. So I was wondering, Cupcake, do you know what qualifies as appropriate to plunge into a bed gown pocket? Can I hoard my beloved green beans in my jam jam pockets or should I use these public storage spaces to keep my 980 million back issues of Oprah Magazine? Is the sky the limit here or should I just stick to Kleenex and cotton balls?
—Ruefully Roomy In Rancho Cordova