Working exclusively from home now means I look like this most of the time. Black denim, some sort of band tee, and Docs. If I even go outside, that is. To be honest, it gets kind of depressing. It's given me a chance to take a look at why I wear the clothes I do though, and I've learned something: I take myself too seriously. When I got dressed this morning, I didn't try to impress anyone. I wore what I wanted to. I don't think I'm going to be on the cover of Vogue any time soon but it was a worthwhile experiment.
In other news, I really hope it snows in Philly again! I was too busy being a sad sack on the sofa to truly enjoy it. Now that I'm back on the good foot, I just want to sled down the art museum steps, slide down the street on skiboards, and hit Brenden in the face with a snowball. Maybe soon? I hear it's supposed to snow again this weekend-- fingers crossed!