... We've let ourselves go?
Writers work at home, in libraries, or especially in coffee shops. But the bulk of the work is done at home, freeing us of the "office casual" wardrobe.
Now, for all of you who jump from bed, race to the shower, and speed off to work each day, don't you luxuriate in your PJs on Saturday? Maybe not dressing until you're hungry and the imagined smell of restaurant pancakes lures you to the shower?
Now, picture a three-day weekend spent at home:
- Do you view PJs as an outfit?
- Has your family suggested freshly laundered PJs?
- Did you need to search for real shorts just to mow the front lawn?
This is the hygiene quicksand that threatens writers.
Imagine that compounded by an inability to work at a library or coffee shop because your day job happens in your living room as well. I work all day at the computer in my living room. Most days, I shower and change around noon. I call it "lunch." But some days...
Well, let's just say, for some reason, I believed the postman couldn't see me when he came to the door each day. Windows only work one way, right?
Last week, my Tante send us a present. When he came up the steps, he called inside, the door being open, and cheerfully said, "I hate to ring the bell. You always look so busy."
New Rule: Never wear an ensemble, such as this, anywhere past 11:00 am.
Oh, and do not classify this as an ensemble.
My Pride and any future postal workers send Tante our thanks!
PS: If anyone would like to nominate me for What Not to Wear, I will ugly down immediately.