Plaid pajama pants hold a special place in my heart. The soft, snuggly bottoms are what I used to wear to sleepovers and summer camp, and nary a seventh-grade weekend went by that I didn’t leave a Bar or Bat Mitzvah with a pair confirming that I did, in fact, Rock With Rachel.

Fast forward to last weekend when I meandered in to Ron Herman at Fred Segal on Melrose, where an entire wall is devoted to the plaid pajama pants of my youth. Only these babies are by Steven Alan. And on mannequins, I spotted the pants paired with jean jackets and Dr. Martens for an early 90s nod to punk rather than a comfy option for the recess-time kickball court.

As I thought about all the places my drawstring delights could take me, I checked out the price tag. $135. Uh, I don’t remember my University of Michigan flannels costing that much.

But I’m still way into the idea of wearing pajamas in public without judgement (not to mention the geniusness of that drawstring when Cecconi’s truffle spaghetti comes calling). So I did some digging and found much cheaper options for those of us that buy our pajama pants in a 3-pack from Target.

But word to the wise: pair your pair with heels or boots so you don’t look like you actually stumbled out of bed. Or out of a Bar Mitzvah.

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