I'm going to tell you something a little embarrassing. Until last month, I didn't own a single nice robe. Sure, I had robes. Plenty of them. But they were all the same — thin, faded, pilling, sad. One was missing a belt. Another had a weird stain I couldn't identify. The third was a "free gift" from some hotel I stayed at five years ago. Every morning, I'd step out of the shower, reach...