Much To My Delight

Much To My Delight


A Robe made for Queens

 

I got a big, white, fluffy robe for Christmas this year. When I opened it, I wasn’t sure if I’d get any use out of it. Who wears robes these days? I asked myself. Turns out, I wear robes these days. I’ve been wearing this thing every day. It actually pains me to take it off when I leave the house. If they’d let me wear it to work, I would.

It’s not a slinky silk or toasty flannel. It’s not the kind you monogram and hang in the Four Seasons bathroom. This robe is a full-on velour blanket with sleeves. It’s almost unimaginably soft and ridiculously cuddly. When I tie the thick sash around my waist I look like Lebowski and feel like a swaddled child. When Vin hugs me he calls me his “little bear cub”. Did I just make this weird?

Suffice it to say, the year has started with ease and familiar comforts. Homemade chicken soup and too many chocolate chip cookies. Netflix on the couch with socked feet and piles of blankets. Dinners in dark restaurants with friends–warm fried chicken and flaky biscuits smeared with butter and honey. Winter is not as wicked as I’ve always thought it to be; in fact, if you do it right, the downright coziness is almost better than an afternoon warming your face in the summer sun.

I said, almost.

We’re watching Making a Murderer each night (you too? How funny.). We come home from work, eat a little bit, then I put on my big fluffy heaven robe and drape myself across Vinny’s legs. I’m a blanket for him, and he’s an ottoman to me. We yell at the screen, grab the sides of our heads in anger and despair, and yell terrible things at the TV screen. Last night he brought home a cookie the size of a pancake and we ate the whole thing. Unlike the rest of the resolution-making world, I didn’t join a gym on January 1st. I discontinued my membership to save money.

Like I said, this robe is going to get a lot of wear this season, especially once I grow out of all my pants.

Now be a lamb and fetch me a hot chocolate, would ya?

 

 

 

Jenn P.

30-something psychotherapist. Loves cooking, hosting parties, exploring new places. Texan by birth. New Yorker by choice. Likes to tell little stories. Pull up a chair; I'll tell you one.

  • http://writemeg.com/ Meg
    What a cozy scene! Everyone needs a nice, plush, cozy robe — or whatever the equivalent would be for them. To me, it’s a pair of too-tight yoga pants I would be embarrassed for anyone to see outside the house — love handles and all — and a comfy old tank top. I look a hot mess, and will have to pull my act together eventually, but until then? There’s no place like home!
    • http://muchtomydelight.com/ Jenn from much to my delight
      See girl, I need my pants loosy-goosy. I wear enough tight pants at work all day. When i’m home, I need to let it all hang out. I agree– there’s no place like home when it comes to hot-mess-wardrobe-wear. Happy 2016, Meg!
  • Steph Gregerson
    Sounds similar to the beginning of our year. That show was horrifying, but we couldn’t stop. I can’t stop thinking about it. That robe sounds fantastic. I’ve been rocking a onesie I bought as a joke for our Xmas card, now that the winter weather has shown up here, I can’t take it off. It’s even better when we walk the dogs and the whole neighborhood sees. Glad you’re enjoying twenty sixteen so far.
    • http://muchtomydelight.com/ Jenn from much to my delight
      My mother wore a onesie (without irony) for many years, which seemed like overkill in Texas. I found it amusing and cuddly nonetheless. The vision of a grown person walking dogs in a onesie sounds like something I’d like to see, and it also makes me think I’d like you very much if we met in person:).
  • http://de-lightful.com De Elizabeth
    Yesssss “Making a Murderer.” So, so good!