I have to come clean dear readers, and tell you one of my dark secrets. I am a wearer of dressing gowns. Not those seen in Victorian dramas or old Sherlock Holmes films, worn over smart clothes after a day at the office, or solving crimes. No, big fluffy ones, that keep you warm, and make you feel cosy.
When I used to work, I generally had to wear a uniform. Rather than have to use more clothes to change into when I got home, I would don a suitable gown, and relax after work in this ideal item of apparel. Since retirement, I rarely feel the need to get dressed too early. Why create the need for more washing, drying, and ironing than is necessary? So, I put on my dressing gown, and remain in it, until time to get ready and take Ollie out, or go to the shops.
This choice of attire is not without its drawbacks of course. I don’t think that the postman has seen me dressed other than in a gown, ever since I moved here. He must think that I am either an invalid, or that I spend a great deal of time in bed. Occasional callers, seeing me answer the door in a gown, will often apologise for disturbing me. Finding a householder dressed in this way in the middle of the day must be a rarity. This can be useful though, as Jehovah’s Witnesses and Double-Glazing salesmen rarely hang around too long, when they are met by a gowned resident. Taking things to the bins outside is no problem, as dressing gowns can cope in all weathers. I expect that those passing by must think that I am getting ready for bed a little early though. Our neighbours have finally got used to always finding us dressed this way too. I am not alone you see, as Julie also loves to get into her gown as soon as she returns home from work, and for most of the weekend too. So, when someone drops in, we just have to be caught in our gowns; showing no shame or remorse, feeling no need to apologise.
For warmer weather, we both have lightweight versions, ideal for humid days, when any other clothing feels too stifling. But it is the winter when gown-wearing comes into its own. Not only does it solve the problem of ‘what to wear’, it provides warmth and comfort, so even cuts down the heating bills. There is nothing nicer than getting out of a hot bath, then slipping into a fresh dressing gown, warmed on the towel rail. It might also come as a shock to you, to realise that almost all posts on this blog are typed when I am wearing a gown. The sleeves protect my wrists from the desk, and the deep pockets store anything I need during my time at the keyboard. The wide collar keeps my neck warm, and the length is ideal to wrap around my legs.
Yesterday, Julie visited a local shop that is closing down. They have a huge sale on, a kind of ‘everything must go’ situation. She arrived home with a very nice lightweight fleece gown, in brilliant white. Despite appearing thin, the fleece material is very warm to wear, and incredibly soft too. She was soon happily wrapped up in it, declaring it to be her best yet. Later that night, she popped outside to her car, which I thought unusual, given the gale force winds, and temperature of around two degrees. She returned clutching a bag, which contained a surprise for me. It was an identical fluffy dressing gown, in a manly shade of Merlot Red. (My favourite wine too…) She was going to keep it as a surprise, but couldn’t contain herself. I quickly changed from the navy blue gown I was already wearing, and tried on the new one. As expected, it was warmth and comfort in a single garment.
(Now admit it, you never thought you would read a blog post about dressing gowns, did you?)