Are we the last of the pajama generation?

My grandmother and I were chatting, my cousin visited and forgot her pajamas. Thankfully the emergency was averted because Nonna has a chest full of pajamas and we're all the same size. Seriously my closet is full of matching pajama sets that I didn't buy myself. Whenever we have dinner parties my bff makes me do a pajama fashion show (I have a variety of hilarious pilgram floor length nightgowns ((nonna)) and animalprint two pieces ((mom)). And like bless me if I went anywhere as a child without an undershirt growing up.

Meanwhile I sleep in large t-shirts which obviously I wouldn't dare tell my folks. Is my family weird or is this something we all went through?