Not Your Auntie’s Housecoat

17 Oct Not Your Auntie’s Housecoat

I was slow to embrace the pajamas-as-a-lewk trend. Well, save for a few pairs of drape-y pants that I’ve always been careful to pair with heels and structured tops. That way it was clear that I was actually dressed—and not out in these streets wearing my house clothes.

A couple Sundays ago, I was going to my friend’s house for brunch. I knew the food would be good and the champagne would be flowing. I didn’t want to wear anything that would keep me from eating as much as I could.

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I threw on a robe-like H&M tunic as a dress and Brother Vellies fur sandals. Typically, I wear the tunic like I would a jacket, over jeans but Sundays are supposed to be easy and all that.

I belted the tunic, put on the earrings and was on my way. One church lady even complimented my “dress” so I couldn’t have been too off the mark or inappropro.  Brunch was yummy, we drank too much of course, and by the time stumbled home, it was late.

On my walk home from the 2, I notice this man had gotten off at the same stop I had and is just about walking in-step with me. When I glanced his way, he smiled and waved at me.

Normally, I keep my head on a swivel this time of night, just because you never know.

“You look like someone’s auntie in a house dress and slippers. I’m just making sure you aren’t crazy,” he said to me when our eyes met. So I guess he was watching me because I scared him?

Now this very well could have been what he considered his opening for a conversation. But one, if you really thought I was mentally ill you wouldn’t have gotten so close to me. And two, even if I was, what business of that is yours?

I didn’t say any of that though. I just rolled my eyes and grabbed a fist full of my dress so that he didn’t get to see to much leg as I walked away from him.

Womp womp.

I don’t know about you, but whenever something like this happens, I always think of the best comebacks after the moment has passed or the person walks away.

What would you have said? What was the last thing you wore that made someone shoot you a weird look?