Dresses and robes seem rather impractical when you get down to it.
From a construction perspective I’m sure they are easier to make than say a pair of pants. And sure on a hot day it might be nice to have a breeze wafting around your legs and ankles, but it also means it will billow out your dress or robe.
Try climbing a tree in a dress or robe and let the hilarity commence. You are resist cited by how far the material will stretch as you try to get your leg onto a decent foot hold. Sure you can adjust the material, pull the skirt portion of it up higher if you wish, but then you have a material management issue.
I’ve never been good at this material management portion of wearing dresses. The truth is I learned at an early age dresses aren’t made for me. I was playing tag while wearing a dress and the dress just kept getting in the way. I figured I could hoist my skirt a little higher as they say. And well two things happened, first off I hoisted a bit too high and secondly what does one do with that wad of material one’s hand as one is trying to play tag.
After that I retired my dress wearing days, well until I got older and it was a special occasion. And even then, why should I have to throw on a dress or skirt when pants are simply more practical and can be just as fancy?
Beloved, who enjoys black tie affairs, cannot understand the hatred I have for these events. It starts with the whole wearing of a dress and heels and ends with all these people wearing false masks and behaving falsely. Ah but that is another story.
Never thought I’d be wearing a robe, never considered it and then suddenly I was. Wearing a robe while presiding over a group of people. The problem with the robe is the whole skirts bottom bit, sure it makes for a lovely image of gliding while one walks, but still. Also robes some times are more billowing than dresses and thus it was the case for me. My robe allowed me to become an intern for the flaming sleeve as I was lighting candles. Besides burning my sleeves I also managed to trip on the hem of my skirted robe.
Perhaps I’m just not meant for dresses and robes. Maybe the is no changing from being a jeans and cotton shirt kind of girl into a dress wearing girl.