Pretty is something that feeds itself. When I feel pretty outside, I feel pretty inside. When I feel pretty inside, I do things that foster pretty outside.
I made myself a new nightgown...
Silk means that I *feel* lovely in it. It sleeps like a dream, not hot and annoying like polysatin. It fills all the needs of a nightgown for a woman like me - it is useful as an actual nightgown, it looks pretty for my husband, it's opaque enough to wear around my children if I forget my robe, and it's soft.
When I wear something like this, I feel like I'm worth something like this. And then that attitude carries over into my other choices. I found a pretty nightgown at an estate sale the other day - cotton with some nice lace - that had never been worn. I picked it up for a dollar. So now I have *two* pretty nightgowns. Sleeping pretty! What a concept.
If being pretty is a worthwhile objective for any reason... if loveliness is something to pursue... then all areas of life are worth making pretty. It *is* possible to be comfortable and lovely too, we've just forgotten how it was done.
Silk nightgowns - you have to start somewhere.