Only once, and that wasn’t a planned thing. I was maybe 7 or 8 yrs old at the time. My parents were on their way to my aunt’s in another state where my brother’s had been staying for a while. I din’t want to go (long, boring car ride and at the time, both parents smoked heavily with the windows up) so mom packed me a bag and they dropped me off for a visit at my grandmother’s, which I look forward to because she was a nice fun person. Mom forgot to pack me some pajamas, so grandma offered me one of nighties to wear, I wasn’t sure what a nightie was, but I said yes because I needed something to wear. It wasn’t anything sexy (she was a grandma, after all) but it was light, airy material with lace trim. The moment I put it on I felt wonderful. It was a little long, but she wasn’t a tall woman so it reached to about my ankles. I loved the feel of it, the lace, the somewhat sheerness of it. Wonderful. It was the only time I ever wore any of my grandmothers clothing.