Wow, look at that! I blow-dried my hair today, put on some mascara and actual pants. After spending most of the past two months in my PJs, I barely recognize myself.
To be honest, I kind of feel like taking the pants off again - I'm not used to having fabric pressed against my stomach (since it's only just starting to heal from the surgery) and even though they're not tight, I'm still a billion times more comfortable in my baggy flannels. But my brother in law is coming to visit, and I have a feeling that wearing real pants would be quite appreciated.
Everything would be sooo much easier if I could just wear loose dresses. But, for some reason, I've started to despise wearing anything but pants. If you could even say that I have a "style" right now, it would be extremely men's wear-inspired. Boots, blazers, shirts, pants, loose-fitting t-shirts and satchels. That is, if I had to wear clothes at all. Which, in time, obviously I will. I have to say I look forward to the day when I'll just get up in the morning, put something on and leave the house like it's no big deal. Right now, I usually spend the whole day thinking "hey, today I'll drive down to the grocery store and buy some... avocado or something" (it's a two minute drive), "I'm just going to rest for a bit, try to muster up the energy" - and then suddenly it's past 7 pm and the store is closed and I'm like "oh, man!".
And now I'm basically just rambling. I'd better have some lunch and watch another episode of Popular. Need to rest for a bit, you see, today I'm really going to try to get down to the grocery store and buy some... yoghurt, I think. We'll see how that goes. Oh, the excitement of convalescence!
