A Writer’s Ode to the Bathrobe
Disclaimer: I love my “dorm” pants!
If you watch the old TV series and black and white movies, you will see people in bathrobes. Ozzie and Harriet had twin beds, as did Desi and Lucy. They all came to bed and took off their robes, laying them in a place where they could quickly be re-donned. If someone pounded on the door in the middle of the night, any character from those days would first slip into that bathrobe, add slippers, then go answer the door. Now, we would probably call 9-1-1 or check our security cameras.
Nick and Nora. Love those detective stories still. You know them, rich couple with a dog named Asta? They serve manhattans in tiny little glasses, even though they drink a ton of them. But you would never catch Nick or Nora without a bathrobe if they were wearing sleepwear.
Did Jane Erye rush out of bed and down the hall to find the screaming lady? Not before she put on her dressing gown.
Try to find a bathrobe in the price range for ordinary people now. Oh, you might see a “duster” like my grandmother used to wear. Of course the whole idea of a woman’s robe being called a duster is no longer politically correct. You’ll probably see some winter robes made of pounds of fleece, or some cute little wraps matching cute little nightgowns. But it’s hard to find a bathrobe which covers your pjs with pretty propriety anymore. I did find one this year, though I would only use it for special occasions. What if I never find another?
I admitted that I love dorm pants. Sometimes I use them over my pjs on a chilly morning, other times I wear them when I’m hunched over my keyboard. Nice and soft, not too tight, warm and cozy, and best of all, elastic waist.
This blog is not all about the rare bathrobe, it’s about change. We have correctly corrected some of our hurtful words and statements. Maybe we’ve gone overboard, but the pendulum always swings too far in the beginning of change. That will work itself out. This is about the more genteel times when people wore bathrobes. Some days, I miss them.