Wednesday, March 16, 2011
I have no shame anymore. I just throw anything on in the morning.
Pajama top? pajama bottom? I'm not ashamed to wear them out on the street.
So I'll pull on a pair of jeans or sweatpants, but leave the pajama top on under my jacket.
Or sometimes I sleep in a t-shirt, and pull on pajama bottoms in the morning to keep my legs warm while I fix breakfast. I'll wear them out on the street.
But you know what's weird? I draw the line at wearing both outside at the same time. That's just not right.
Crocs - the only place I'll wear them is on my street in the morning.
A colorful scarf around the neck because my chest gets cold. An old cable sweater. Or a zipper sweatshirt jacket I got from my mom.
Capri-length yoga pants. It's cold, I need socks. How about these lime-green soccer socks?
I used to care more about what I wore on the street. Then I met a neighbor, wearing her plaid cotton pajama pants at four in the afternoon.
And then I met another neighbor on a morning dog-walk, wearing pajama pants printed with dog pictures.
Anything goes. I guess. Even Crocs.