Sunday, June 29, 2008

A question. A very important one.

If I head down the shops wearing only my dressing gown and my purple-with-pink-plush-cats slippers will people think that a) it's international Arthur Dent day and they've just forgotten or b) that I am a crazy cat lady?

Maybe it's time I got dressed.

*sigh*

13 comments:

Dale Slamma said...

Surely that's why one lives in Newtown? No need to worry about people think of your outfit.

TimT said...

Dressing is for the bourgeois. Join the pyjama revolution! "Here in these fierce pyjamas I lie", and all that.

nailpolishblues said...

Er, I don't even own pyjamas, Tim.

An excellent point, Dale. Still, nasty draught up the legs and all...

Winter said...

I dunno. It might be a nice change from all the people who go out in their pajama pants, hoodies, and the sloppy, half-assed, half-falling down ponytail. We could get some people in plain t-shirts and boxers to shuffle around a bit, a couple of naked guys, and the I-need-attention girl in lingerie to complete the mix and start a pajama fashion revolution. :D

nailpolishblues said...

I fear the the weather would not display naked guys to their best advantage, Becky. Still, always fun, eh?

Curiously, I've lately been reflecting on the poverty of modern dress. I suspect that a pyjama revolution would not help matters.

Alexis, Baron von Harlot said...

I'm taking up karate tomorrow. Pyjamas + high kicks!

Armagnac Esq. said...

I wander up to get the paper in my delightful purple dressing gown and bright red havianas sometimes. I'm sure I look a little mad. Thick leg hair helps me cope in a Melba winter.

nailpolishblues said...

Alas, Alexis (Baron von etc), no pyjamas means no high kicks. Well, possibly not alas...

Armagnac,does the dressing gown have an ermine collar..? Or perhaps a well placed kitty..?

JahTeh said...

You can't be a crazy cat lady, goldfish don't count as cats. You haven't killed it yet, have you?

nailpolishblues said...

*sigh* Simanese Fighting Fish not Goldfish. He is a bit of a pussy though. AN ALIVE ONE!

It is assumed that the cats will come eventually, jahteh.

Caz said...

It's a pseudo cat, an unfortunate Freudian slip - a Siamese fish?

The crazy cat lady cometh.

I wear my slippers and jammies to the mail box and even to walk to the garbage bins when they're already out on the curb. I have no shame. I think I look tre elegant in my Peter Alexander garb. The neighbors might not agree, but they're dead wrong. I look chic, or even fierce.

Boo said...

The older I get the more I think this is the ratherest thing. If people can wear their knee-high uggs out of the house then it's open slather. Go forth, NPB.

nailpolishblues said...

Caz, it is not a Freudian slip cover, it really is a fish just being a fish.

Boo, you do make it sound quite charming.