So last week in my particular internet world this article kept popping up everywhere. So I read it, and then because Jimmy was snuggled up so sweet and sleepy on my lap, I clicked around her blog for a bit and read this article about dressing nicely even when you're at home.
She makes two points actually, and the second one, about not looking like death when you're out and about, I get that. It's the other one, about how not looking niceish at home isn't good, that I keep rolling around in my mind like an everlasting gobstopper.
The first thing I do when I get home is change into my comfy clothes. Sweats, t-shirt, bandana. I even take off my rings. First first first. Partly because I don't like to have to wash my work clothes and the kiddos, you know, they're messy, and partly because it's SO NICE, and partly because it's my home uniform. So. Does this really indicate to my family somehow that they're not important? I think they're nice sweatpants. They don't have holes in them or anything...
Or it could be that I'm just getting hung up on the idea of putting on a bracelet because I can't stand wearing bracelets.
I think I've decided that I get her point, but it doesn't apply to me. Which is one of those conclusions that always seems a bit dangerous, somehow.
What do you think?