Yesterday’s public holiday was in danger of morphing into another mooch day but after a health-giving sleep in and a bit of iPad reading, I had a stern talking to myself.
Self, I said. Much as you very much must have been descended from a bear or some other hibernating creature and as much as you believe mooching should be an Olympic sport, today you need to do more than watch 16 gazillion episodes of Pan Am.
So, with that I negotiated an anti-mooch agreement. I would get up from my prone position and do something constructive (make cauliflower and leek soup PLUS a flourless orange cake) but I would do so in my pyjamas and Emu boots.
And then we got a text from friends who live down the street and around the corner suggesting an afternoon drinkie.
Ummm … don’t mind if we do. The text was enough to force me to shake off the pyjamas, which, let’s face it, by now could have grown legs and walked to the laundry basket on their own.
It was threatening rain as it had been all weekend but we decided to risk it and walk the 1.5km or so, Mr SY with the esky slung over his shoulders.
I took my outfit one level up from pjs and opted for my well-loved Converse sneakers as footwear and a splash of orange from Bella Lido* to brighten up a doomy gloomy afternoon.
How was your Queen’s Birthday Monday (if you had a holiday yesterday)? Was it a PJ day or did you manage to pull together an anti-mooch outfit?
* This Bella Lido top was gifted to me in accordance with my disclosure policy