I Heart My Dressing Gown

[poliphilo]

Most mornings if there's nothing special going on I sit at the computer in my dressing gown for several hours and slowly turn to ice. For reasons too technical and boring to be worth recounting the computer lives by an open door leading into the hallway and there's a draught.

Why don't I get dressed before I come downstairs? I don't know. It's either because I'm a creature of habit or because I'm too darn lazy.

Next door's burglar alarm went off at one o'clock last night so I put on my dressing gown ( a theme emerges) and went and looked at her house front and back. Oh, and I took a walking stick for protection. Nobody seemed to be breaking in so I went back to bed and the alarm cut out after about ten minutes. 

If my brain is working slowly this morning, that's why.

By the way, my dressing gowns (I have two to choose from) are ratty and made of towelling so any resemblance between me and Noel Coward is purely notional. Besides I don't wear a cravat.

Comments

[strange-complex.livejournal.com]

I think sitting there in a dressing gown has great symbolic capital. It says, "I am at leisure. I have no pressing appointments. In fact, I do not have to interact with the world at all today unless I choose to." Some weekends, that's so important to me that I'll spend an entire Saturday or Sunday in my dressing gown, without ever getting dressed properly at all.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

So you reckon I'm making a statement? Yes, I think I probably am.

[sorenr.livejournal.com]

Maybe you should wear a cravat?

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

It would be the start of a slippery slope. I mean, what next- monogrammed pyjamas?

[sorenr.livejournal.com]

Monogrammed silk pyjamas!

But then; I'm not sure that'd be a look that would work on you; you seem much more contemporary that 1930's to me, so perhaps you should just stick with the towelling dressing gowns.