Ode to my dressing gown

[nineveh_uk]

I love my dressing gown. I bought it in Marks and Spencer's for £40 either in the end of 1999 or beginning of 2000, making it unquestionably wear-for-wear the best value garment I have ever purchased. It is magenta, a sort of polyester velveteen, and infinitely nicer than that sounds, for it is tasteful in texture, not garish. It is incredibly washable, so that even I don't iron it. I have worn it every day for about three-quarters of the year* for over twenty years, and it doesn't look like it. It is cosy, it is comfortable, and as last winter I am already throwing it on over my clothes at tea-time quite a lot because I get ridiculously cold**. I can cosplay Nirvana in Fire's Prince Yu in it***, or anyone else who would be swanning round in a swishy magenta robe who takes my fancy. I am writing this post in it. The past 20 months would have been a lot more miserable without it.

My dressing gown, you deserve all my praise! May you last many more years, because I'll never get another quite as good on every front as you have been and continue to be.

*I have other dressing gowns for summer and travel. I like dressing gowns. When I win the lottery I am going to buy a £600 cashmere (woven) one. Also in magenta. I just like dressing gowns.

**Not my thyroid.

*** Though he would undoubtedly prefer a slightly less tasteful version, with more embroidered gold dragons.

Comments

[joyeuce]

That sounds about right. I am going to read Charmed Life to my 9-year-old once we've finished The Box of Delights; she'd be entirely capable of reading it herself, but Recommendations From Mummy tend to go down better if read by me.