What's your version of 'THE DRESSING GOWN OF DOOM'?

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I'm sat here feeling sorry for myself with a UTI or maybe a kidney infection. I've an appointment in an hour and I was just thinking about how rare it is that I'm poorly to the point where I just need to sleep for a few hours in the day. Then I realised that whenever I'm ill instead of the 'dressing gown of doom' that my husband (and many other men) default too mine is that I take my contact lenses out and only wear my glasses 🙈😂

I've always worn mascara, if I've not put my mascara on I'm dying 😀

Thermal leggings and long sleeve vest, big old cardigan on top. Sheepskin slipper boots. Do not open the door!

I did forget to fill in my eyebrows so I totally get that! 😂

A mug of hot squash clutched to my chest.

Mine isn’t an item or a piece of clothing, it’s a saying. Whenever feeling absolutely revolting upon being asked “can I get you anything?” Or words to that effect I respond with “a bullet?!”. Dramatic?! Moi?! Absolutely not!

😂🙈

I'm at home with Covid. The first couple of days were characterised by a fake oodie that I only wear when it's freezing (felt cold through to my bones and shivery) and, embarrassingly, "ow" sounds every time I needed to move (every muscle in my body ached).
Thankfully I've now moved on to a convalescent phase where I don't feel the need to be quite so dramatic.

I burst out laughing at this!

@CatMattress this made me laugh. What are the quotes??

My equivalent is old grey pyjamas from M&S, plus a grey heated throw that I climb under and won't come out from. Also no contacts, no bra, socks. Quite enjoyable to be honest.

A pair of Adidas tracksuit bottoms we bought my son for his first rugby tour in when he was 12. He is 30 now.

My DH has

THE PYJAMAS OF PERIL!

i don’t have anything like that tbh - I usually lie on the sofa with ‘the blanket’ over me….

I have this pair of maternity pyjama bottoms. They’re huge and really comfy. I’m not pregnant but still love them. I’ve just spent the week in hospital and my husband had to take them home, wash them, dry them quickly then bring them back to me because other pyjama bottoms weren’t cutting it in my misery!

One of them is "if you can read this, have an amazing day" (or similar). That's on one knee. I can't remember the one on the hip and I don't want to get out of bed to find out.

I asked DP if he could remember and he literally scoffed "no" at me. I always thought scoffing was something that people only did in Enid Blyton books. Unless it's scoffing cake in which case I achieve that quite regularly. But no. He can't remember and does not wish to as it's definitely as vomit inducing as the first motto.

Same nightwear as usual but everything else goes
can’t be bothered to do my hair, shave anything, tidy up, cook etc
I just take to my bed being miserable with electric blanket and distractions such as kindle n YouTube

Massive hoody that has never fit me and is huge and misshapen

No bra

The grey furry hoody of martyrdom complete with the stained, 4 x too big joggers of shame. Mismatched socks, to prove that I am too ill to care.

Leggings, uggs, a hoodie that is about 4x bigger than me & has large bleach stain on it, glasses no contacts, zero make up, hair piled on top of my head in a messy bun, all jewellery off. I move slower, moan more & carry a hot water for dramatic effect.

This also doubles as my DIY or deep cleaning look too tho!

Duvet on the sofa

Nothing for me as I'm of the opinion that dressing like you're not ill makes you feel better. (I don't think it actually works though)

However, I'm always a fan of Buffy the Vampire Slayers dungarees of sadness.

The pjs of pity, shuffling slippers of squalor and while I don’t want loads of attention I want others to step up and clean/cook/load the dishwasher/feed the pets. It only happens if my parents step in, it wouldn’t occur to DH or the kids without me reminding them (still need mum and dad and I’m in my 50’s!)

I always wear my dressing gown but if I’m not well I rub my eyes so I have smudged mascara and eyeliner.

Slattern slippers and trauma tracksuit, hood up and hands covered by snotty sleeves.

Old faded grey joggers, blue fleece hoodie and my fluffy hot water bottle

About two christmases ago I found some black fleecy lounge pants with big white stars on them on Tescos sale rail. They were about a fiver. I lived in them through one lockdown and I absolutely love them, especially teamed with a big baggy old AC/DC jumper.

I did manage to get another pair that are close, but they are Victoria’s Secret and pink in colour so I still reach for my tatty Tesco ones 😂