(P could also be for…I almost forgot to post today.)
My blog is called Cemeteries and Pajamas because I like to visit cemeteries and I write in my pajamas. Since we covered cemeteries on day three, we are focused on pajamas today.
I have already taken to heart the advice that says don’t dress for the job you have, dress for the one you want. Done. I’m sure there are some writers who dress somewhat formally to write. (And by “somewhat formally,” I mean jeans without holes in the knees.) I am not one of those writers.
I have always been more interested in comfort than fashion. (And In my experience, the two do not go hand in hand.) I don’t wear high heels because my toes get pinched (plus I HATE feeling wobbly). I don’t wear makeup because I don’t like the way it feels on my face. And I don’t wear skirts unless it is at least 60 degrees, because I live on the tundra and I’m not going to freeze the lower portion of my body for the sake of being fashionable.
There’s a bigger reason why I don’t dress up much – I don’t feel like myself unless I’m completely comfortable. When I don’t feel like myself, it’s harder to write. I’m too busy thinking about how these boots are giving me blisters or how that waistband is cutting into my skin to think and write well.
Thus, jammies. Flannel pants and sweatshirt in the winter. T-shirt and shorts (complete with elastic waistband, of course) in the summer. Sometimes it’s the little things that offer the most support for writing.