I woke up this morning to hear on Scott's alarm clock (which goes off at 5...ugh) that it was bitterly cold out, and would continue to be all day. Skirts and dresses were out of the question. Even dress pants would be too cool. This day called for jeans.
Ugh. I'd already used my "trouser jean" (what I consider my get out of jean-jail-free card) in the last few weeks, and my long darkwash bootcut jeans. Was I really out of jean options? I ignored the question as I drifted back to sleep for another two hours until my alarm went off... for the first time. And the second time. Why not a third time, for good measure?
As I lazed in bed, I thought: "Wait... why can't I wear them again? What's stopping me from wearing whatever the hell I want? There's no dress code at work. I don't dress for my co-workers. I dress for me, damn it!" (I am a bit of a potty mouth in the morning).
So I wore trouser jeans to work. And even in trouser jeans, I'm needing a cup of hot chocolate to keep the chills at bay after a bus ride. But none the less, I stand by my choice. Sometimes, it's gotta be all about me.
(Oh ya, ignore the hair. That's what we call "hat head". And ignore the messy kitchen in the background. That's what we call "laziness")