Feeling comfortable is, perhaps, the most important contributing psychological function of our homes. We want to ‘feel at home’, and we want to relax in the safe harbour of our houses and properties. However, this does not automatically mean that we need to dress in daggy tracky daks all the time, when we are at home. There are alternative options which can deliver both style and comfort, which means that our marriages might last a little longer. Recreational and casual wear at home need not be appalling. Timeless elegance is still available if you know where to shop.

Timeless Elegance for Gents at Home

I think of the smoking jacket of the Edwardian era, as an example of this timeless elegance for men at home. Now, we are well aware that smoking is on the nose and that this state of affairs is, probably, terminal. However, we can with a jump to the left, leave the smelly association behind and enjoy the smoking jacket sans tobacco. The essential design feature of the smoking jacket is that it is an overgarment. Indeed, it led to the dinner jacket in fashion evolutionary terms. The stylish regent would puff on his pipe or cigar, whist chewing the fat with his male coterie.

Suave and Cool Menswear

Click here for some great examples of stylish recreational and casual wear for the home. Afterall, we do want to be considered debonair perpetually, don’t we? Suave and cool need not be uncomfortable. Quite the reverse, we want our casual wear to be dripping with effortless charm and understated elegance. Menswear can answer to more demands than has previously been acknowledged. When we are in the garden or on the patio, we want to be unruffled by temperate considerations. Whilst we are contemplating nature at our elbow, we want to feel roomy, but not shabby.

The Thinking Woman’s Piece of Crumpet

Recreational and casual wear at home tells a very personal story or narrative. The costumes we are attired with, in the relaxed comfort of our own castle, speak an intimate language for the benefit of our own inner circle. I am reminded of Dirk Bogarde, the thinking woman’s piece of crumpet from the 1950s and 1960s. My own mama was particularly fond of this black and white heart throb from the grey streets of London. His actual name was Sir Derek Jules Gaspard Ulric Niven van den Bogaerde and one can understand why they felt compelled to prune his name back for the stage. Gardening at home knows no bounds, when thinking philosophically.