Oh, really!

It was so dark at midday that we had to have the lights on. It's damp and drear outside, the sort of weather that chills me.

I've been spending days, and several evenings out, wearing my dressing gown. Oh, really, what a slob! A few years ago there was condemnation in the press for those uncouth people who fell out of bed and trundled round the supermarket in their pyjamas. Since then pjs have become quite a fashion item, seen on the glitterati all over the place. But dressing gowns have yet to become a 'thing'. Am I about to become a trailblazer? I've worn it out in the evening over a black silk shirt and black velvet trousers with a pop of yellow colour from an amber necklace that a daughter bought for me in Russia. (Sorry Chekhov, Tolstoy, Akhadulina and Yevtushenko but now I have REALLY fallen out with Russia.) I don't think that anyone thought, good grief, woman in a dressing gown. Perhaps they did, but I was warm and comfortable and couldn't care less.

 

It was made in India from soft recycled cotton and sold by Toast. It is blissfully comfy.

The different patterns are unified by a white running stitch over all the fabric. There are no buttons. (My fingers now find buttons tricky.)

And there are two generous pockets. What's not to like!

Joining Patti, who hosts Visible Monday.