I have just had a true light bulb moment – except it was more like a thousand flood lights being turned on and realising I was centre stage. I just have to get right to the point as I am still revelling in shock with this one…
Who the actual f%*k has stolen my street – cred.
I’m going to set the scene – picture this. Its Saturday morning in the Morris abode. A few unusual events have already occurred this morning, its quiet for one as last night it was just me and the little Casanova Alfie at home, I have also woken up before my alarm and I am happy. For anyone that knows me I don’t usually speak to anyone on any level for any reason until I have had 2 cups of tea and the clock says 10:00am (minimum)
Instead of trying to work out if I accidently took too many of my anxiety tablets last night which has resulted in this strange morning happiness I decided to role with the day and go with the happy vibe.
I make my way down stairs to make some breakfast – No milk in fridge so no cuppa but that’s ok this shall not ruin my possible tablet induced happiness. Feeling proud of my life decisions this morning I flick the radio on and pop some eggs on to cook.
I am rocking my bad ass self out to the radio (I feel I should confess it’s radio 2 and Wham was playing at the time) I’m singling and dancing and generally thinking I am just too Cool for School when I look down and see my own morning outfit.
Sweat forms on my brow, I start to get palpitations and bile rising up through my body, please don’t let it be so – I have entered the stage in my life where I choose comfort on all levels over style, my Street Cred has ran off and left me and didn’t even glance back our fashionable long standing relationship I have enjoyed all these years is over 🙁
Yes I may have chosen hard bottom slippers because you can do errands in them and they don’t let the water in teamed with a delightful baby blue woolly walking sock.
And Yes! I do have tracksuit bottoms on that I shrunk in the wash but the waist band is still stretchy so you can eat that extra portion and hell yes they are tucked in to those beautiful baby blue socks.
This is teamed with a thermal top (of course no bra I celebrate my cow’s udders) and a woollen long cardigan.
BUT as I sit typing and bopping to the radio with Jump around by house of pain playing I realise that it don’t matter if I have no Street Cred – and it don’t matter that I have chosen comfort over style BECAUSE I got this shit, I got all the shit, today right here right now is a good day and I am in a good place so I will embrace the new style I am rocking and go with it for as long as it makes me happy.
Be Comfy! Be Happy!
