Story Weekend: Bathrobes
I’ve never been a bathrobe kind of person, but a few months ago I was in Bed, Bath and Beyond and saw a display of bathrobes at a very reasonable price. On a whim, I bought one. Now I wonder how I ever lived without my big, soft, fuzzy pink robe. During this frigid winter, it was the only thing that got me out of my warm bed in the morning. Well, that and two impatient dogs with their ice-cold noses.
So what’s your bathrobe story? Maybe that word conjures up a family member or an ancient robe you’ve had half your life. Tell us about it in under 100 words.
If you’re new to Story Weekend, here’s how it works: I pick a theme and you share something from your life that relates to that theme, however you interpret it. Thanks to all of you who’ve contributed. As always, there are a few “rules”:
▪ The story must be true
▪ Try to keep it under 100 words. Embrace the challenge! That’s about six or seven lines in the comment form. I want others to read your story, and most people tend to skip if it’s too long. I know how tough it is to “write tight” but I hope you’ll accept this as a challenge. Happy writing!
I love wrapping myself in my big fluffy bathroom in the morning or after a hot bath and curling up with a good book in the evening. This topic brought back memories though of bathrobes my older sister and I got for Christmas one year when we were young. They were the brightest most colourful robes I have ever seen and mine was worn for years, right up until I got married and it fall apart. I never would have thought a bathrobe would make me smile. Thank you Diane!
I wear my hubbys bathrobe. It is a brown one with big pockets so I can stuff any-thing in them. It is miles to big for me ,but so warm & cozy in this crazy cold weather we are having in Ontario Canada.
When I think of warm bathrobes, I will forever see my sweet friend Lucy. She was fighting cancer with all her might and the chemo made her feel cold most of the time. When I went next door to visit her this past cold winter she always wore that soft blue bathrobe. It looked to be a comfort to her just as a favorite blanket would be. Lucy lost her battle in January. She has gone to a place that is sunny and warm all of the time.
As for her bathrobe, her beloved cat Tinker Bell sleeps on it everyday and it keeps her warm.
May we have a picture please?
I think not, Jo!
May we have a picture please?
My fluffy pink, full-length, snap-front robe is over twenty years old. I love reading the paper with my coffee every morning and after about ten years, the newsprint ink was so engrained in the fabric it was no longer fit for others to see. I bought a nice, blue one to have when traveling or when guests visit, but, as “they” say, they don’t make ’em like that anymore. I dread the day I have to do away with the pink one. It’s still warm and soft, just ugly. .
Ours was a kind of DYI household, so when I needed a bathrobe my Nana got out an old pattern she had written down, went to Woolworths and bought two bath sheets and made me a white terry bathrobe. I kinda wish I still had the pattern, it was so simple. I think it was: sew the sides together leaving room for the arms to poke out the top, sew the top leaving room for the head, split one sheet down the middle and hem the raw edges. I wore it for years. It wasn’t warm but it covered what needed to be covered.
Kudos to your Nana. I made terry bathrobes for my three boys and broke about a gazillion sewing machine needles
I have the most wonderful soft fluffy white bathrobe which I love. But I am reminded of my teenage bathrobe back in the 50’s. This was a chenille thing with curliques appliqued up the front. It was still hanging in my closet “back home” whenever we visited for 30 years!
I realize I am too late for this story weekend contribution but have only just found this site and can’t resist contributing. In Australia we call bathrobes “dressing gowns”. My younger sister always had trouble pronouncing this and would always use the word “boosingboom” and that is how they have remained for us for the last 45 years. Good old boosingbooms, couldn’t live without them.