My brother gave me, and my Beast, gigantic fleece dressing gowns for Christmas many years back. They are amazingly warm and utterly unstylish, but they fit over *everything*. We could probably both fit into one. My Beast wears his beige one around the house constantly, whereas I generally prefer to moan about being cold, but I will put my PINK one on at need.

A good dressing gown is a wonderful thing.