Mine was fluffy and warm and the colour of a Caramac bar. It was fastened by a tasselled cord, like the ones used as curtain ties in the better sort of wedding reception venue. It saw me through a bad bout of chicken pox and it was great for dressing-up as a Jawa when we played Star Wars. In my teens I graduated to (or, more precisely, was presented with) a nasty nylon dressing gown in a strange burgundy colour and, later, a dark blue towelling one which saw me (I'm ashamed to admit) through my 20s and well into my 30s. By that point I had a job, so I tended to just get dressed straight away in the mornings. No need for a robe. Coco Pops taste the same whatever you're wearing.
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Male order: dressing gowns
It's my belief that all men remember their first dressing gown, just as they remember their first kiss, car, football match and STD.
