Some days, I don’t put on any clothes. This isn't a nudist thing; nor is it just a hungover Sunday thing. I'm talking an ultra-busy, work-packed Wednesday and I just don’t get dressed. Let me explain—

About a year ago, I quit my job as an editor at a fashion magazine to become a freelance writer. The idea was that my new freedom from the constraints of the office, boss, and general corporate life would lead to days spent doing back-to-back yoga workshops and a lot of Instagram-worthy homemade meals straight out of an Ottolenghi cookbook. The reality looks a lot more like 6am wake-up calls to finish stories by deadline and lunches made up of a handful of chocolate covered almonds and some stale pita chips.

Needless to say, this whole freelance thing has quickly crushed my dreams of stress-free days. If anything, my to-do list is longer and more panic-inducing than ever before—write 4,000 words by 3pm, pay taxes (?!?!), get insurance! So on the days where the work is piling up and there is no end in sight, my solution is to skip clothes and do it all in my bathrobe.

To be clear, I adore bathrobes. The love affair began when I discovered my first one as a three-year-old in my grandmother’s bathroom, and it’s been going strong ever since. I have been known to choose hotels and spas based solely on the quality of their bathrobes. I once even demanded that a boyfriend buy me one as some sort of test of his love (or at least his support for my first love). It’s a little thing, but the ability to forego the super-high heels and not-quite-cozy dresses of my former life make all the work way more bearable. Of course, there are days where I have meetings or appointments and have to look at least semi-human (I am rapidly becoming the kind of person who thinks Spandex is totally appropriate daywear— apologies to David Moore). But as soon as I get home, I shed my street clothes at the door and slip right back into that bathrobe. I feel a little guilty for letting all my lovely clothes gather dust, but the pleasure far outweighs the pain.

I’m not going to lie, I have quite a few in my collection at this point. My current favorite is a cute Liberty-print Sleepy Jones Louise Shrunken Robe, but for all-out comfort in traditional terry cloth La Perla Studio Cotton Terry Robe will forever be my top pick. So, whether it’s a Scandal-inspired dinner-for-one consisting of popcorn and a bucket red wine or a little retail therapy, tell me—what’s your guilty pleasure?

—Victoria Lewis

Photographed by Tom Newton.