I have been gown shopping.
Not for me. I'm a crop-pants jammies kind of girl. But my mother is a gown woman. The fifties warped her; what can I say?
Since last week she had major, emphasis on major (thought-she-was-going-to-die-didn't-we-
all-jump-for-joy-because-we-got- a-miracle) surgery, I thought I'd humor the woman and try and find some gowns for her recovery.
She does hospital gowns in the hospital. It isn't until we get home that she begins to bemoan the state of her nightwear. It's always wrong for whatever it is that we're rehabilitating or recuperating. And we always come back to gowns she's had since Eisenhower was President. Which wouldn't matter except they're old and have seen better days and this will be a long recovery. (I would have tossed them, but Mother doesn't toss anything that could possibly be used.)
Her gown style does not look like the black one above. My mother's style is the blue one below. Which is apparently only made by one company (Shadowline) these days. Nylon, gathered yoke, long length, and short but not cap sleeves. (Heaven forbid we flash the arms. She isn't one of the women who've made peace with the state of their upper arm flesh.) I spent the better part of the day doing my daughterly duty of nursing and surfing the internet for gowns.
And a bed jacket. Yes, my mother wants a bed jacket. Another item more popular with the Eisenhower woman.
After a hard day of surfing, where did I finally buy the gowns? Amazon.
Yep. Amazon. Who'd a thunk? They had a sale.
SURGEON HUMOR: After opening my 75 year old mother up and seeing the reality of her medical history, he said he was going to have these words tattooed across her belly. "No More Enter Here."
That is a sentiment with which we can agree.
P.S. You've probably figured out by now why I haven't been around for a while!
What's your "Night Gear?" Did you inherit your mom's style like you did her laundry detergent?