While I was in the neighborhood (midtown Manhattan, not a place I visit too frequently, as I get the Old Job Heebie Jeebies) I thought I would check in on Paul Stuart's pajama offerings. They are pricey. Nevertheless, I was in a swoon, rapturous over the new colors and the hand of the fabrics. They're quite swish. Perhaps they looked extra specially wonderful because I can no longer allow myself to buy them. However, the very nice salesperson allowed me to paw them a bit. I felt like I was in a strange little petting zoo.