This is not a post about my slippers per se. Don’t get me wrong. I have a pair of slippers that I adore. A pair of Uggs that were a much craved after Christmas present two years ago. But it dawned on me this week that I am living in my slippers.
I don’t know why I am telling you this but as it dawned on me that I spend about 16 hours a day in my slippers it made me sad. And I don’t even know where this blog post is going but I sort of had to get it out of my head. The realisation that I no longer pick outfits to wear to work everyday, along with matching shoes. I don’t really go out in the evening and get to put on those “special occasion heels”. I don’t own a pair of posh boots that look great with that black dress.
Because I no longer work in an office I can spend my days in leggings and a tunic. But lately that has made me feel scruffy. And frumpy. And I don’t like it.
Evenings out are to the cinema or the restaurants on the high street and don’t really necessitate getting dressed up.
The only time I put on shoes is to do the school run or walk the dog. The same pair of shoes. Plain black that go with everything as I live in black. And it made me a bit sad. Gone are the days of going out for lunch, or to meet friends. Or lately of feeling as though I go out at all. All my shopping is done on line so I don’t even need to go out and do that anymore either.
I have a few blog things coming up and I realised I also don’t have a decent half smart coat to wear either. I have dog walking coats where every pocket has a poo bag in it (unused obviously) and that I don’t want to go to a meeting in a fake green Barbour that I got from the local market four years ago.
Don’t get me wrong I don’t want to power dress but is it wrong to want to spend my days in something more than my slippers?
Yesterday I made the decision to do something about it. Damn it I was having a new pair of shoes and a new coat.
Even if for the next few months I only wear them around the house.