Since I retired three months ago, I’ve been in de-accessing mode. I’ve never been a pack rat, but because I worked long hours, I rarely found the time to get rid of stuff.
Which brings me to my bathrobe wardrobe. My long, black, rolls-up-to-nothing robe is great for travel. My long pale pink cotton robe looks good with my summer tan. My short lavender terry cloth robe with a cheery white flower print is perfect for the transitional seasons, and generally I wear it from early fall through Thanksgiving.
But come the New England winter, I haul out my long, bright-red fleece robe. That’s what I did Wednesday when the cold spell sweeping the nation reached New England.
The de-accessing of bathrobes is not on my agenda.