What Not to Wear

I'm fearful of facing an intervention some time soon, something akin to what happens on the show What Not to Wear. I don't particularly like this show, but it is often the best viewing option late at night. Thankfully, I've started a new book that will hopefully supplant my stupid TV viewing habits. My clothing these days consists almost exclusively of fleece and I have a small selection of both pants and tops that I interchange to create what might be called a wardrobe. Fleece means you don't have to shower, so I top off the outfit with a baseball cap. I usually force myself to bathe before the days-end, but I certainly don't apply any make-up after said bath. To forestall the intervention that I'm sure is being planned I decided to spiff things up this weekend and actually wore a real sweater, make-up, jewelry, and these fine red shoes that Graeme loves to wear around the house. My two-year old seems to have a better sense of style than I do.