I Didn’t Always Understand Nightdresses.
But I grew up around women who lived in them.
In Indian and Arab homes, the nightie has never really belonged only to the night. Women sleep in them, cook breakfast in them, wave children off at the school bus, answer the door, pop to the market and sit around the kitchen table with family. They are simply part of the landscape of everyday womanhood.
I, meanwhile, was firmly a pyjama person.
It took becoming a mother myself to understand what all the women before me already seemed to know.
Towards the end of my pregnancy with my twin daughters, I spent a month on hospital bed rest. Waistbands had become unbearable, and I discovered, rather unexpectedly, that I loved the ease of a hospital gown. I just wished it were beautiful, covered my bottom, and felt a little more like me.
After my daughters were born, my mother took one look at my uncomfortable button-down pyjamas and announced that what I needed was a nightie.
As mothers so irritatingly often are, she was right.
For those first months of motherhood, when my body felt unfamiliar and our house had a permanent procession of people coming to meet the babies, I lived in them. But I was forever redesigning them in my head. I wanted natural fabrics without the sheerness. Coverage without feeling matronly. Beautiful colour, prints, lace and little details that made getting dressed, even if I wasn’t really getting dressed at all, feel like something.
Then, one day, I noticed myself in the photographs.
There I was, holding my daughters in nightie after nightie.
It reminded me of photographs I’d seen all my life: my mother holding me in one of hers. And further back still, my grandmother in a nightie of her own, caring for my mother when she was little.
Three generations of women. Different homes, different babies, different lives. Somehow, the same dress.
That was the beginning of Beddressed.
We make nightdresses for the life that happens outside of sleep. For making coffee and answering the door. For children climbing into your bed, friends staying too long over breakfast, slow Sundays, ordinary Tuesdays and the thousand small domestic rituals that make up a life.
Made in natural fabrics, with the coverage to be worn beyond the bedroom and the romance to make you want to.
Because perhaps the clothes we remember most aren’t the ones we saved for something special.
They’re the ones we lived in.
Beddressed launches Spring 2027.