The dressing gown argument

The dressing gown argument

Every year as the cold nights draw in Grumpy Dad and I lock horns in a battle that neither of us can ever win. The reason? A simple piece of clothing.

To me a dressing gown, or house coat as my mum used to call it, is the pinnacle of comfort when it’s cold outside. In the morning you can throw it over your PJ’s so you don’t have to risk frost bite just to go to the kitchen for a cup of tea, and in the evening when you come home from work you can get changed and put a snuggly dressing gown over you clothes to keep you warm while you curl up on the sofa.

The dressing gown argument

My love of the humble dressing gown probably springs from my childhood. Whenever I stayed at my Grandparents a dressing gown was an essential part of the dress code. As a result, my memories of dressing gowns are forever linked to tea and biscuits, comfort food, holidays, and Christmas mornings.

I’ve had many dressing gowns through the years. Some have been long and sweeping, others short and fluffy, towelled, hooded, bright, or plane. I’ve had some classy ones like these David Nieper dressing gowns and I’ve has some that were considerably less classy, like these from Truffle Shuffle . But no matter what the cut or design of the dressing gown, there’s just nothing like snuggling up in it with a cup of tea and a good book.

The dressing gown argument

I find it hard to fathom how someone with Grumpy Dad’s dedication to tea, and napping, could dislike dressing gowns. They should be a match made in heaven! Instead of defending my beloved dressing gown, I should be arguing that he cannot stay in his all day. But whether it’s a deep-rooted hatred of all things fluffy or a traumatic childhood dressing gown related incident, whenever my dressing gown comes out, so too do the Grumpy Dad scowls and the comments such as “Why are you wearing that thing?”.

There are many things that I’m happy to compromise on for an easy life, how spicy our curries are, using Americanisms like “trash”, “faucet”, and “wrench”, and buying white bread instead of brown, but when it comes to my dressing gown I am standing firm. There will be no dressing gown banishment in this house!

Now on to the slipper argument…

Who doesn't like a nice snugly dressing gown? Join the debate

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