Glamour in Oysterville Begins with ‘T’

Jan 7, 2015 | 4 comments

Carol Lombard, 19330s

Carol Lombard, 19330s

It was a slippers and bathrobes kind of Christmas in our household. Everyone got one or the other or both. So, for the first time in my life, I have two good bathrobes. My ‘old’ one is heavy white terry cloth and was given to me Christmas-before-last so it is actually still in its prime. This year’s is soft velour in fire engine red. I am hard pressed each morning to know which one to wear.

I don’t think I’ve ever in all my life had two working bathrobes. Usually, by the time I get a new one, the old one is in tatters and goes directly into the rag bag. I think I was the beneficiary of the fire engine robe because Nyel couldn’t think what to get the girl who has everything… but let’s not go there.

Dale Espy Little, 1934

Dale Espy Little, 1934

As I recall, when I was a little girl and we lived in California, my father gave my mother a bathrobe every single Christmas. But they weren’t really bathrobes. They were always part of a “set” which included a negligée and matching peignoir – very woo woo! They went right along with dad’s favorite movie stars of the 1930s as in Claudette Colbert and Carol Lombard et al.

Of course, we did live in California, so warmth was not the point. By the time it was my turn to get Christmas gifts from husbands, though, life had taken a more practical turn. I was much more apt to get a set of kitchen bowls or perhaps one of those closet organizer kits. I don’t remember if I ever owned even a nightgown… much less a negligée.

I was ruminating about these things aloud this morning as Nyel and I had our coffee. “Hmmm,” he said, said he, “I’ll have to begin a search for a robe and matching tee shirt.”  And there you have it – the height of glamourous thinking here in Oysterville!

4 Comments

  1. Stephanie Frieze

    A good 75% of why I watch TCM movies is for the women’s clothing. I don’t live a glamorous lifestyle and would be hard pressed to go shopping in a slinky gown (I am never invited to a supper club or cocktail party), but I love dreaming about it! And whatever happened to bed-jackets? I believe I could suffer my flu much better with a satiny bed-jackets. I think red is the ticket this time of year (it’s simply a shade of purple). You could carry it right through February and Valentine’s Day! On the other hand, my mother always discouraged the wearing of red whilst visiting the sick as it was going to remind them of blood. And then there was my father who said no red lipstick or nail polish because only THOSE kind of women wore it. Oh dear, I’ve gone off on a tangent!

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  2. Kathleen Shaw

    I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again: your mother was a gorgeous bride.

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  3. Marion Freshley

    I agree your mother was such a pretty and classy lady.

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  4. Cate Gable

    I got a robe and slippers too. Comfort clothing!

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