Tuesday, 24 March 2015

An ode to my dressing gown | The Small Desk

Recently I noticed these tweets...
...and I decided to write a post about 'fuck all', but tried to write really well. So here it is... fuck all.

Let's start small. Let's talk about dressing gowns. Let's talk about my love for the dressing gown. Every evening when I come home from work I head straight to the kitchen and start preparing whatever it is that takes the longest to cook, 99% of the time it's those bloody potatoes. Cutting them into all shapes and sizes – and I mean all shapes and sizes, sometimes I go crazy and cut them into circles (!) – all I can think about is how quickly I can prepare the food before putting on my dressing gown and relaxing. 

There is something about the dressing gown that instantly relaxes me. I place it over my shoulders, pull down the collar, feeling the soft pink cotton as I straighten it, pushing the sleeves out with my arms; it feels like I've put on my safety blanket. I secure it with the matching belt and slide my hands into the pockets of old tissues and sweet wrappers. Perhaps this is only a few steps away from the feelings those obsessive hoarders on the TV have with their old and manky possessions, the security of what you know and having it wrapped around you like swaddling. 

I can feel my shoulders instantly dropping when I put on my dressing gown. It also transitions me from a work mindset to a home mindset. I would never wear my dressing gown at work and therefore it places me firmly in my home, a place I can be myself and don't have to be the grown up that work requires of me. 

It also has numerous purposes, other than a piece of clothing. It is a napkin: I can spill food over it and pat it in. It is a hand towel: I can dry my hands on it. It is mop: I can spill water on the table and slide my dressing gown sleeve over it and it's gone. It is a tissue... ok I'll stop. Basically I love my dressing gown and I can be as gross as I want in it because it's nice to take your foot off the accelerator at home and to be who you really are.

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