Robed

The total cleanout continues. . .and so does the proverbial walk down memory lane. When I was a freshman in the dorms, I bought a bathrobe and used it pretty consistantly for most of my college career. That bathrobe protected me from the elements for years. It kept things covered, warm, and dry. In fact, it was a legend of sorts by the time I was living with 7 other girls in the Red Mansion (Hell Hole). During the course of a semester, each of my roommates secretly had their pictures taken with the bathrobe and then one of them sliced and diced the photos to create this lovely masterpiece. The presented this photo along with a book telling about a day in the life of my bathrobe. It was so hilarious that even now I laugh out loud at the thought of them pulling my robe off the bathroom door while I was showering to snap a quick photo. That ratty old bathrobe is long gone, but that memory isn't going anywhere.

To the girls of the Red Mansion. . .robes off to you, my friends!