This outfit is the Easy Spirit of outfits - you know those "looks like a pummmmp, feels like a sneaker..." commercials? Here, for those of you who don't remember...
though it would be more correct in this case to say "looks like an outfit, feels like sweatpaaaants..."
and in my office at work, where it feels like 56 degrees even in August (and I ain't even lyin when I tell you that there are 100-degree days when I have to turn my space heater on because our office is SO. FRIGGING. COLD. all the time)...I swear, if we ooooch up the thermostat one degree, the bossman can walk in and immediately start sweating and say, "WHOOOOOO!!! It's HOT in here!!!" without even looking at the thermostat. True story...BUT I DIGRESS.
So I was SAAAYING that this outfit is perfect for the office, but when I get home, my comfy cozy sweater just feels itchy and hot, so off it comes, and on goes an old Styx tee instead. Which, by the way, I got when I was in the hospital on bedrest before The Trips were born, because I did NOT want to sit around in big tenty maternity clothes, so if anyone ever asked me what I needed, I told them to get me a tee shirt or sweat shorts, my uniform of choice. Well, either that or a cinnamon roll from a bakery. So I ended up with several large tee shirts that I wore 24-7 during those 2.5 months in the hospital, but which AFTER The Trips were born, I could not bear to wear again, as I couldn't with a lot of maternity-ish clothes (those moms out there feel me on this one - once you don't have to wear maternity anymore, you NEVER want to wear it again). Unless, by chance, you're one of those women who end up on What Not to Wear because you won't STOP wearing maternity clothing even when your children are going to kindergarten. BUT I DIGRESS AGAIN.
Shwew! Back to the story. So off come the pleather pants, and on go the REAL sweatpants.
and DEFINITELY off come the shoes, because this guy? Does NOT wear shoes in the house. EVER.
Because really, why?
It's like my sister, who as soon as she gets done with her day, no matter what time it is, goes and washes her makeup off her face. That I cannot do. I mean, what if I need to make a break for it and get out at 8:30 p.m.? Escape after the rug rats have gone to bed? No thanks. I'll just wait til I'm ready to go to bed to take my makeup off.
So to recap, in a slightly shorter way: Home = No Shoes + Makeup On Til Bedtime.
Is that weird? Or just incredibly boring, and I wrote an entire post about it? WHAT? I'm just killing time until American Horror Story comes on, and guess what? It's on like Donkey Kong. I'm audi, bitches.
Tank, Leggings: Target
Boots: Old Navy
Necklace: Urban Outfitters