Contrary to most people in home isolation, I actually change my clothes several times a day.
I change to go out to deal with the chickens and the garden, because chookpoop and dirt all over the clothes is ew, and if I do heavy work then I begin to sweat. I change to go out shopping because I don't know what I'm going to brush against while out. And I change for indoors lounging, because I want to wear something comfortable and suitable to the weather.
So I'm probably wearing a lot more clothing now than I used to. I mean, there are days when I stay in my pyjamas until about midday, but that's pretty unusual. Having to go out and deal with the chooks first thing in the morning really requires getting properly dressed unless one wants to risk smearing chook poop (even dried) around the house.
There is a bit more washing to do, though. And I need to remake a lot of crewneck t-shirts to v-necks, because lately I wear crewnecks and I just want to vomit. Any pressure around my neck and I feel nauseous.
I'd swear I had some ribbed material with which to make necklines. I just got to find it...
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Today I stood at the end of my driveway and lit candles for ANZAC day before dawn. Then I baked bread, dug a hole, nearly wrpte to the end of a section on an old fanfic before I gave up. I practised some hockey moves with a friend, put together two pillowcases, cooked curry for dinner. I rewrote the start of a new chapter for my profic, made dessert for my mother's birthday tomorrow...and I haven't yet used up my 2.5 hours on Twitter/FB on the computer (mostly because I used my phone instead).
Wow, am I tired...
I change to go out to deal with the chickens and the garden, because chookpoop and dirt all over the clothes is ew, and if I do heavy work then I begin to sweat. I change to go out shopping because I don't know what I'm going to brush against while out. And I change for indoors lounging, because I want to wear something comfortable and suitable to the weather.
So I'm probably wearing a lot more clothing now than I used to. I mean, there are days when I stay in my pyjamas until about midday, but that's pretty unusual. Having to go out and deal with the chooks first thing in the morning really requires getting properly dressed unless one wants to risk smearing chook poop (even dried) around the house.
There is a bit more washing to do, though. And I need to remake a lot of crewneck t-shirts to v-necks, because lately I wear crewnecks and I just want to vomit. Any pressure around my neck and I feel nauseous.
I'd swear I had some ribbed material with which to make necklines. I just got to find it...
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Today I stood at the end of my driveway and lit candles for ANZAC day before dawn. Then I baked bread, dug a hole, nearly wrpte to the end of a section on an old fanfic before I gave up. I practised some hockey moves with a friend, put together two pillowcases, cooked curry for dinner. I rewrote the start of a new chapter for my profic, made dessert for my mother's birthday tomorrow...and I haven't yet used up my 2.5 hours on Twitter/FB on the computer (mostly because I used my phone instead).
Wow, am I tired...
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