“you cannot climb the ladder of success dressed in the costume of failure.” // z. ziglar
when you spend the brunt of your day on your own – it’s a fairly slippery slope to waking up and giving your daily routine a shrug and a quick pass; starting and ending the day in your sweats and shower shoes.
mind, those items do make a perfectly acceptable uniform for the day, but i’d call that a rained-out sunday – but if it’s a wednesday afternoon, i’d aver, that if you’re spending the day in your grubs you’re either a) self-employed b) of independent means, or c) are slightly depressed – in which case i suggest you phone your therapist up for a chat tout suite.
i fall comfortably within the confines of option a, with a healthy smattering of option c, but that doesn’t mean bathing and putting clothes on every morning isn’t a very integral part of my day – if those two simple acts of living aren’t happening, invariably, i’ll be found on the sofa, glasses slipping off my face, origami-ed into my robe, snoring softtly. it’s hard to start a day when you’re in the same things you ended the night before.
so, let’s put our pants on one leg at a time; (those pants can include an elastic waist), but put ’em on and let’s get to work.
➝ source : cropped cross front trousers via yigal azrouël
➝ source : metallic slides via amélie pichard