Aneeda72
Well-known Member
My father had a smoking jacket. This was not a robe, for those of you who never saw one, but a jacket. His was black and white checkered with a black cloth belt. Dad would get home from work, take off his suit coat, and put on his smoking jacket.
We had early American furniture, as it was called. He had a large red upholstered chair which sat on maple legs and had side wings. It was placed near the back door which was in the living room and led into the back yard patio. He would sit in his chair, after work, in his smoking jacket, and smoke a cigar.
I can picture him there now, frozen in time in my mind-him, his smoking jacket, and his cigar.
We had early American furniture, as it was called. He had a large red upholstered chair which sat on maple legs and had side wings. It was placed near the back door which was in the living room and led into the back yard patio. He would sit in his chair, after work, in his smoking jacket, and smoke a cigar.
I can picture him there now, frozen in time in my mind-him, his smoking jacket, and his cigar.