I've got to admit, I feel oddly alienated when people talk about their lounging around clothes.  I somehow got 'mooching around the house' dressing a bit wrong somewhere along the line.  Case in point, the set of lounging around clothes that I leave at my boyfriend's house invariably gets comments such as 'Are you going out?'....'Er...no, I'm just going to do the washing up and watch the F Word...'.  It's not that I think that my phone will suddenly ring and that I'm going to be called out to Soho House at the last minute (let's hope that surreal situation never materialises...).  I've always wondering whether I have a lower comfort requirement level set in me, the comfort knob turned down to the minimum or that I don't simply have enough occasions to wear all of the clothes that I have amassed and therefore at home, I don't reach for some tracksuit bottoms and a hoodie (I don't even think I own any of the former....).  Sadly, I suspect it's the latter which makes my life incredibly sad and tragic. 

As a result, when I get home, if I have on a pair of tights (the ones used here for demonstration are the black SUPER-opaque ones that I wear the most which I got from Amsterdam as outdoor wear skiing tights...), they stay put and I end up changing into a looser dress or top shedding all layers down to one only, not really caring about see through-ness or panty line exposure seeing as only the boyf is at home and all I am indeed doing is watching Eating with the Enemy (Kate Spicer is pure EVIL...!).  Only I can also put on a pair of killer shoes/boots and maybe a skirt and then I'd be acceptably dressed to go out for most occasions.... indeed I'm not such an idiot as my not-strictly-comfy-comfy-attire comes with a masterplan.  That unexpected magical plans to go out indeed formulate out of nowhere and I would not be in an outfit quandry...

And I'm typing this on the Blackberry... how does one spell L-A-M-E?