winceyette

Yet I'm not convinced by winceyette, though nothing is too odd for people to embrace in bed.

Suffice it to say that they're not winceyette and there's no drawstring waist.

Mum was sitting at the table in her winceyette dressing gown reading the Daily Express.

Garments with a red label made from flammable fabrics such as 100% cotton (winceyette).

Two winceyette nightdresses for Roie, a woollen singlet, for the weather was cold, and a pair of ugly mustard-coloured bedsocks.

She hardly noticed that the parcel of Roie's nightgowns had burst open, and the dust was streaking itself across the cheap furry winceyette. '

Many of the items, like the tartan winceyette lounge trousers, the ranks of rubber-soled scoop-toed shoes, or the boxily-cut nylon outerwear, simply weren't for me.

Pretty soon the city, with its August emulsions of humidity and pollution, is behind you; ahead lies twig furniture and winceyette linens, board games and dockside booze.

You've got the winceyette nightie for Aunt Mabel and the Blue Stratos aftershave for Uncle Joe.

Over the years we have expanded our men's nightwear range from Winceyette and Cotton and Poly pyjamas to the Jersey short pyjamas and character products.

When my husband came home a few hours later he found me not quite asleep in his winter-weight winceyette pyjamas, clutching a hot-water bottle and shivering under two duvets and a blanket.

Following it quietly, he was in time to see Patience, shrouded in one of Miss Murch's winceyette nighties, cross the kitchen and open the door leading to the various rooms beyond.

I remembered wearing English sandals and white socks, and a white lambswool cardigan for the cool of the evening and lawn nightdresses and winceyette knickers, aertex shirts and grey-flannel shorts.

Because in it, through a slit in the curtains which had been drawn as incompetently as everything else about the house had been done, a heavy man could be seen, in winceyette pyjamas, red-faced and gesturing angrily.

No one wants to be ushered into comfortable shoes and winceyette nighties before time, and aligning the very youthful Helvin with the concept of "older" is sure to annoy women in their fifties, whether dynamic career types or busy mothers.

However, the rosy-printed warm winceyette pyjamas (oh, for goodness' sake) I am wearing in the illustration on the back of my book Gardening in Pyjamas were from The White Company, bought ages ago and no longer available.