I know James Bond is partial to strutting around not-quite-enveloped in a dressing gown, but whether your robe is monogrammed silk or cotton towelling, I’m guessing that unlike the famous spy, it’s not something you’d want to be spotted in.
Me neither. With one exception. When I’m at a spa. To be happy enough to be seen by strangers wandering around in a bathrobe, I have to be very comfortable in my surroundings.
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