Today I am taking a leaf out of Mrs Woog’s book and planning on wearing my PJs all day. Yesterday she wrote about her family’s ‘soft-pant’ day – a day which involves lolling about in PJs or tracksuit pants and doing nothing.
It’s a public holiday here in Oz – in celebration of the Queen’s birthday (which apparently is just a random date someone picked out years ago – not her actual birthday) – and so overjoyed am I at the extra day off that I’m prepared to declare myself a monarchist for the day.
Of course although I’m using Mrs Woog’s post as inspiration, I must confess to (quite often) donning my comfy tracky pants, sweatshirt and not venturing outdoors. Today, however, being a public holiday ‘n all, complete with wintery weather, I feel quite justified in my decision to remain in my PJs.
I am supposed to go out and exercise later, so will have to contemplate that a bit, because a bra would almost-certainly be a necessity!
And, although I’m okay with my scary appearance, there are some morning rituals I cannot skip. The brushing of the teeth for instance. In a moment of temporary insanity I ALMOST came downstairs without doing so. Walking on the wild side, you might think. Meh. Basically I just cannot start the day without freshly-brushed teeth. My hair – on the other hand – is an entirely different matter.