Little Luxuries – No Pants
When I get home from work, the first thing I do is remove my pants (closely followed by my bra and my socks).
It’s not something I’ve always done. Often there were other people’s sensibilities to consider.
No pants is one of the luxuries of living alone.
My rule is simple: No one around? No pants! Though I do wear underwear or yoga shorts. You know, in case there’s a fire and I have to run outside. If it’s chilly, I throw on my big snuggly hooded robe sweater (pictured above) and shuffle around the place like Yoda.
I always assumed my childhood aversion to pants had to do with me wanting to wear dresses to practice for my eventual career: princess. But I think I just really like my legs to be free and unencumbered.
Too bad I grew up in the snow belt, where not just pants, but snow pants were required half the year.
This is why I can’t bring myself to judge women who wear leggings as pants. There’s a reason we don’t wear jeans, or god-forbid slacks to bed. Pants are just not that comfortable!
The only downside? It takes me a while to answer the door.
Please tell me I’m not alone with this one guys. Do you or have you ever lived alone? What kind of little luxuries has it allowed you to treat yourself to?