The Sheep's Pajamas

I didn't even bother getting out of my jammies today. Worse, I never even had a plan to do so. I knew when I went to bed last night that this was going to be the next day's ensemble. I've reached a new high in low.

But, Thursday is Stay In And Get Stuff Done Day so I really didn't need to be wearing my couture. It wasn't like I was going to end up on the Worst Dressed page of the local gossip rag. There was no possibility of my losing my coveted spot on the Opera, Symphony, And Other Snooty Stuff Committee. I was going to be in for the day and none would be the wiser. My reputation as a patron of the arts and fashion maven would remain unsullied.

With that pesky worry out of the way, I was safe to go about my day and do all that stuff that I said I was going to be doing on Thursdays. And I did. Some of it anyway. I'm never quite as productive as I think I'm going to be on the Designated Day Of Doing Stuff. But I still managed to fit in a few projects before the need to nap kicked in.

I also made shortbread because I promised myself that if I did stuff I could have shortbread. The nice thing about making promises to yourself is that you can alter them as you see fit. For example, you can still make shortbread even if you only got to two of the things on the to-do list. Being a grown-up is so totally awesome...

Some things on the list were of the fibery variety and both were left untended, though. Fortunately, I worked on them yesterday so I can post pictures and pretend that they are evidence of my productivity. "Pretending" is like "Promising" in my world. I'm willing to make them work equally to my benefit.

Pretend Spinning

Pretend Knitting

Not bad for a girl who spent her day in jammies. I'm like the superwoman of pretend productivity. I should probably try hanging out in ratty sleepwear more often.

On the other hand, whatever would I do with all that couture? Not to mention what would surely be the state of operatic theater in the great state of Maine should I fail to present myself to the world from time to time. I suppose that I shall have to get up tomorrow and don "outside" clothes in order that the world might continue to wobble correctly on its axis.

Maybe I could try sweat pants? That's like being dressed, right? I've sort of been eating shortbread all day so I'm not sure that anything else will fit at this point...

SA