Yes, I call it a "peignoir" but it has other names.
I made one for hot weather earlier this year and called it a dressing gown.
I feel ultra feminine and cozy when I wear this peignoir. It's made from sky blue flannel - my first ever Black Friday purchase last year at 6am (and now I can't even remember how cheap it was, but I enjoyed myself and escaped most of the traffic with my mother in law and sis in law).
The whole look is very Tyrolean, and I need to put my hair up in Heidi braids when I wear it. Which I don't. I wear the peignoir in the morning when I get out of the shower, but still have breakfast to make and children to dress and potty, before I can put on my town clothes.
It's very lovely, but don't the fastened cuffs inhibit your mobility?
ReplyDeleteAlso, do you get into town clothes EVERY day?
Such a beautiful way to start the day! You did such a lovely job with it - I love the blue flannel - so soft and pretty : ) I Love it!
ReplyDeleteSo lovely! The trim on the yoke makes the gown.
ReplyDeleteJJ, the full sleeves swiping through the butter is more of a problem.
ReplyDeleteRight now I'm teaching a class three different days a week, so yes, pretty often I am in town clothes.
I want one! The coziness is calling my name. You remind me of Anna from Pleasantview Schoolhouse in your dressing gowns. Very demure.
ReplyDeleteHow uncouth I will feel tomorrow morning padding around the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and borrowed pair of husband's gym socks ...
ReplyDeleteChristian, I am remiss: this pattern and idea is totally from Anna! I meant to say that in the post.
ReplyDeleteJanelle, I did that for years and now I'm getting fancy. My pjs are not so fancy. And on mornings when I don't have to be anywhere, I sometimes hang out laundry in my pjs (shhhh - don't tell my husband!).
I adore your peignoir! I have been asking "Santa", my mother, to sew me a housecoat from a vintage 40s pattern. She hasn't gotten around to it yet, but I still dream. (sigh)
ReplyDeleteIt seems to me that children who see, first thing in the morning, their golden-haired mother in her flowing blue peignoir must live charmed lives. Imagine carrying along that vision the rest of the livelong day.
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