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If there’s one thing I’m truly horrible at, it’s getting dressed. Working from home means my office is approximately 12 feet from my bed, and most days I don’t see another person until well past 5 p.m. And even though I’ve acquired a robust collection of floppy, soft clothing perfect for sitting cross-legged at my desk, I never want to put them on because there’s something luxurious about remaining a little too long in the blissful state of wearing an amazing robe, somewhere between pajamas and clothed.
For years, I was anti-robe. Where I grew up in Texas, it was too hot for robes. Robes were for winter. They were fluffy and white and they made you sweat when you put them on in hotel bathrooms, where the mirrors stayed steamy for hours.
But then I found it: the perfect robe.
The perfect robe is made by Calvin Klein and is fancy enough to feel like a special treat. With a satin trim, a belt to cinch it at the waist, and pockets (!), it’s the only thing I want to live in as the days get long and unbearably hot. There’s even a handy tie in the inside that prevents nip slips, should you need to wear it to run downstairs and get the takeout you had delivered. I’ve had mine for almost five years, and it still looks brand new.
To be clear, this robe isn’t about drying off. This robe is about tricking yourself into believing that you deserve to lounge, or drink a cup of coffee before you get dressed, or just feel like the heroine in a Nancy Meyers movie first thing in the morning and last thing before bed. It’s not a robe you need, but a robe you deserve.