My will to dress myself properly has been slumping hard lately.
Signs that I need a wardrobe retrofit:
- I spend at least three consecutive mornings convincing myself that showering is a complete and utter waste of time and that I’m better suited trying to resume my reoccurring dream that involves me racing Jon Bon Jovi and Winston Churchill in a 200 meter Olympic Backstroke
- I unapologetically wear the same exact outfit two days in a row. To work.
Oh, The Shiny Squirrel, if only your showroom lived in my bedroom.