
Carole Landis 1943
Growing up, I watched an awful lot of movies with women wafting about in peignoirs and other impractical loungewear. I’m particularly fond of some of the nonsense Nora (Myrna Loy) wears in the Thin Man series of movies. (These movies are national treasures.)
I had a peignoir once – for less than 24 hours.
The first year my dad was in Vietnam, my mother pulled out all the stops for Christmas. As a precocious 7 year-old, I received a frilly, silky, filmy nightgown and matching robe (peignoir) in lavender and purple. Opening the gift, my jaw dropped at the visual of the fabric nestled amongst tissue paper. Adding even more wonder and decadence was a small bottle of Evening in Paris eau de toilette – a gorgeous royal blue and gold punch to the white, lavender and purple.
Is it any wonder I’m a diva?
