As I was going thru my clothes this fall, I decided that my winter robes were ratty and nasty and needed to be replaced. I wanted a new luxurious robe; warm yet sexy. One that would make me look like Katherine Hepburn in the morning instead of Ma Kettle.
The point is that my idea of luxury is sumptuous lingerie and robes and all things boudoir. Powder puffs, and perfume. A steaming bath with scented water. Huge heated towels and a warm fire. What I have is a bathroom. and a bedroom, and I'm a lucky girl I know that. But oh boy - I can dream can't I? Imagine slipping into this velvet baby after your relaxing bath - it's on sale for about $300.00!!
Or this vintage quilted one for about $400.00 (do you get the point that I like pink robes?)
Or my absolute favorite, this heavy silk, vintage from the 40"s "hostess robe". This one is too small for me and I considered stopping eating to diet until I could fit into it (I'd probably be dead by then, but I'd be luxurious!) I can just imagine my friends reaction if I showed up in this to act as hostess. They'd think I was off my nut.
Either way, I had a great time looking thru all the gorgeous vintage stuff on line and imagining myself dripping in silk and embroidery.
In the end, I went to Marshalls and got a lovely velour robe for $29.95. It's comfy and warm and I think luxurious (in its own way). But the hostess is lurking inside, just waiting for the opportunity and money to lounge around in heavy raw silk. Just you wait!!
Now I'm off to rush thru a lukewarm shower and rush off to work. No lounging for me!!