I’ve been wearing tracksuit/sweat pants every single day this week. And not just at home. My mum would be appalled.
I don’t have any problem with this because A. I’m no unemployed by choice and am rebelling against suit-wearing corporations, B. It’s fucking cold and they’re the only things that keep me warm, C. I’ve been feeling down and they make me feel so much better and D. I’ve never cared what anyone thought of what I was wearing, so this isn’t any different.
Today though, being Friday, I thought I needed to pull myself out of that and wear something else. So I’m wearing fluorescent-coloured knitted shorts that my mum would also be appalled with. 🙂