One evening my wife found me standing in the kitchen in one of her nightgowns. It was a white long peignoir. She asked me why I was wearing it. I told her the truth. I liked the feel of nylon. We went shopping for my own. I cannot remember which one we bought first. It was either a knee length pink peignoir or a black floor length gown. The black gown had no stretch, so it is long gone. So much for losing that physique of a 25 year old. I still have the pink peignoir after 40+ years. Her white nightie is still hanging in the back of the closet. I had actually bought it for her as a present, but, I was not too learned on sizes. It was actually too big for her at the time.
