I am coveting the strangest item: a bedjacket.
The urge first struck when I unthinkingly grabbed an old cashmere cardigan to wear over a too-thin black nightie while reading in bed. Mmmmm.
The one of my Mom's friends said, "I just love that bedjacket your mother gave me!" with ardent appreciation. The notion of a bedjacket slipped into the capacious section of my brain labeled Clothes.
A ballet wrap (top left) will do, and of course doubles as non-bed-wear.
But ooooh, this cashmere mini-robe, from French Dressing Lingerie a Boston-based shop, is luscious, and could well make its way to the breakfast table.
I wouldn't wear the quilted silk number from Hammacher Schlemmer (bottom photo) outside the bedroom, but at $60 (reduced from $120) it's a glamorous light layer that would be more appreciated by DH than a flannel LL Bean nightie.