I had a chance to sleep in my bed in Brooklyn for one night, and it felt oh-so-good to spend this brief time at home!
This is my favorite robe, which I’m wearing this morning only. I’ve been advised by others who’ve had emotionally-charged surgeries that after recovery, it might become difficult to wear the things we did during our time of healing: that these garments can become symbols of the pain of the experience. I’ve even been told that some folks donate or swap these clothes because they don’t want them around anymore.
For this reason, most of the time I’m leaving my former favorite stuff out of my recovery wardrobe. This morning, I made an exception.
Accessory of the day: wild hair, 3 days unwashed.