April 11th, 2012

Nature || Pug sleeping.

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I love when I get sudden realisations while taking off my trousers. (The only realisation I tend to get while putting them on is how much I hate having to put them on. After I’ve got them on, looked in the mirror and seen my posterior...I come to the realisation that they can be a necessary evil, because once they're on it's dandy-candy.)

A pantsed revelation like the one I had earlier: taking off my jeans to realise the garment I thought was a reasonable-looking top I liked well enough was actually a pretty nice summery dress that I liked a lot more.

Mind, I'll probably still wear it the same way (since I often wear skinny jeans as leggings--warmer, more protective, less washing), but at least I appreciate the garment more now. And feel remotely less silly for wearing two belts today: one to keep my trousers up (I am not into thug life, yo: pug life all the way); and one to keep the top-now-dress tucked in at the waist.

The stylistic effects of this outfit were lost on the two 7-year-olds I kidsat and the dog that preferred to sit on me. But I at least managed to not dirty it, evading the constant "can we go play catch?" question from the hyperactive lass by being shown the lad's entire coin collection (he called the pound coin a "ton[ne] coin"), none of which was shinier than my new boots.

I think this post is the most distracted LJ has seen me in a while. I started taking my clothes off in hopes of ending up in my soft PJ bottoms...and instead, halfway through, I am typing up an entry feeling rather naked in just a dress and a belt. Where are all my layers? Distracted halfway through undressing...yes, quite a feat.

Bedtime. Life and cleaning and making real LJ posts and getting re-dressed can commence tomorrow, once I'm done spending another night bonding with my cloud-soft PJ bottoms and my rainbow teddy-bear.

(I swear tired!posting can be worse than drunk!posting. Accurate icon is accurate.)