Some days, I live in loungewear at home – others, I find I have a NEED to get my body into “real clothes.” Like, to wear pants. Or shoes, for that matter. On these days, even when I’m planning on working from home (which is most days nowadays), I listen to that feeling. Something about putting on pants and shoes and pretending to be a grown-up is remarkably reassuring. Like – maybe I haven’t completely lost it during quarantine.
Well, maybe. I think all of us are struggling, even with things beginning to reopen.
In any case, today’s post is a shortie: a nude bodysuit, ripped jeans, and kitten heels for a day of work at home.
I hope you listen to that inner voice – about what you feel like you need to wear, but also about when to rest, when to push, and when to laugh. I suppose that’s wisdom, right?
Have an excellent weekend!
love,
Stig.
