...is an oxymoron, I've decided.
Much to my chagrin, I'll admit to having purchased a track-suity-thing to wear to and from the hospital, having been warned that my hip and leg will probably be a bit swollen after the surgery, and getting into my regular jeans/trousers would probably be impossible. I had to grit my teeth when I handed over the money, as I detest the ubiquitous tracksuit-as-daywear trend that seems to show little sign of waning here in LA, and up until now have refused to consider one.
Trying to find a new robe for the hospital was another challenge. If you've shopped for sleepwear lately, you may have noticed that the majority of colors available are more appropriate for decorating a nursery (babee peenk or babee bwue) than for an adult, and styles/fabrics available seem mostly to reside only on the extreme two ends of the contiuum of Nighties for Grandma to Nighties for Nookie. I finally ended up with a plain white robe and a couple of Asian patterned sleep shirts from the Soma store at 60% off. (My silk pajamas are NOT going to the hospital, and I don't plan to spend 3-4 days in an open-assed hospital gown, especially walking the halls and during physical therapy! Une femme has her standards, even in extremis.)
picture by artist TAVIK FRANTISEK SIMON (1877-1942)