Isolation Treatment

Post-Christmas, I spent a little money at Shein buying some clothes and I just have to share because I find an unusual trend starting to develop.

I’m all about comfort lately.

Comfortable pajamas, comfortable clothes, even comfortable shoes.

It’s a shame really.

I can’t remember the last time I wore high heels and dressed to impress.

[It was when I dressed up as Miss Piggy and tried to wow Big Joe.]

Well, I’m not going after sequin dresses and high heels anymore.

No.

I’m going after velour, velvet and cotton.

Comfortable, breathable clothes that I can wear inside the house, or out, without worrying I might look too casual.

First, I got some undergarments:

Then I bought some warm, cuddly clothes:

But in the end, it’s these three pieces I could not ignore:

You know I love them because I’m a smart ass and because they convey a certain attitude of disregard for the rules of fashion.

Sure, I could get dressed up NYE and host a zoom soiree, and I MIGHT JUST DO THAT.

But ultimately, what I really want to do is to host a snuggle fest, with everyone in onesies or some soft, gentle clothing.

In my mind, a very handsome, bearded man would fixate on me and snuggle me in ways I’ve only been dreaming of these last nine months of isolation.

It’s my treatment for isolation.