One of the things I do at summer’s close involves my wardrobe. (I use that word loosely, as most of my clothing serves only to cover my parts. I am in no way a fashionista.) Yes – I’ll be wearing warm-weather clothes for quite a while. But the nights are getting cooler, so a light sweater is occasionally called for. Mornings are cooler, too. And that means pulling out my old, full-length robe.
This robe is fabulous. I love the pattern and I love how soft it is. Originally, it had shoulder pads. Shoulder pads, y’all! It made me feel like Joan Crawford! But after years of wear and washing, the shoulder pads are only a memory. And when I say years, I mean years. You see, I’ve had this robe for almost 30 friggin’ years. I’m not kidding. Mister gave it to me one Christmas and I’ve simply kept it. It’s in great shape. No holes or sagging seams. Because it lives most of its life in a dark closet, it hasn’t faded one bit. When I recently put it on the bathroom hook, I caught myself smiling. This robe makes me happy. And that’s pretty cool.
So today I salute my robe. I wear it around the house. I wear it to walk outside. I have no shame when it comes to this robe. Only pride. It’s an oldie, to be sure. It’s also quite the goodie. Even without the shoulder pads. I think Joan Crawford would be jealous.