I’ve always been a Calida girl. I have pyjamas that I wore as a teenager still happily being worn and washed week after week, year after year. Whether it be St Moritz, Davos or Klosters, or even in my favourite of airports- Zurich, every ski holiday, my Daddy bought me a new pair. The comfiest, cosiest, softest and longest-lasting pyjamas one could ever wish for. Continue Reading