I always wanted to have a robe that I’d put on while I was still damp that would snuggle me in and keep me warm. These robes had an itchy lining on the inside, like a mesh kind of thing, and they were not at all for post shower/bath snuggling. We weren’t really a bathrobe family, so we didn’t go get out our pjs and robes to watch tv before bed or keep them at the foot of the bed to put on when we got up in the night. We didn’t come for breakfast with our robes and slippers.
I also remember trying to sleep in one once and almost burst into flames. And speaking of flames, they were so polyester, that in the dry nights of winter, you could get some pretty amazing static electricity from these. I vividly remember thinking I was going to catch on fire because there was static as I took it off once. I was such an irrational thinker.
Once I went to college, I thought I’d need a robe for dorm showers and for the life of me, I can’t remember if I had one. If I did, surely it wasn’t that quilted, itchy thing, but definitely made of terrycloth, like a normal robe. I know that some time after college, I made myself a really nice terrycloth robe when Joann Fabrics still had it and I remember all of the mess I made sewing it together because it frayed so much. But I also remember still never using it.
I think my idea of the purpose of a robe was wrong. I thought you could just get out of the shower, put on the robe and the terrycloth would suck up all the water but somehow also be dry once it did that. I figured I just always had the wrong kind of robe but even me 100% Cotten terry robe that I made didn’t do what I wanted.
Back in the early 2000s, we put in an outdoor shower. Never once did it occur to me that a robe might finally have a purpose. Until this winter, I never really took showers in the winter but in early spring and late fall, a robe would have been a nice thought while walking back into the house. Instead, I’ve always coming running, literally running if it’s cold, and coming into the house in a fit of rage that it’s so cold.
Out of nowhere last month, the man said he always wanted a robe. When I asked why, he said it would be nice for waking to and from the shower. His birthday was coming up, so I immediately found one for such little money, I figured if he never wore it, it wouldn’t be much of a waste. He’s been wildly in love with it and kept telling me how nice it is to have it on these cold nights when coming back inside. He kept saying I should get one and I kept telling him how I’d never use it.
I’ve been taking showers outside most nights this winter because we have a new setup and it blocks the wind a little better than the old one. When the temps are in the 30s, he runs down cellar and turns off the water so the pipes don’t freeze. He is 100% diehard outdoor shower. I am 65%. Some nights, I just draw the line.
