Light Lounging

I have developed an addiction to loungewear. It has definitely become a problem, especially now that I’ve become an expert at shopping off of Instagram. It’s high time to reign it in and seriously pause before I chemically react to whatever cute clothes are automatically dangled in front of me. Convenient and dangerous is how I’d describe this type of consumerism. Damn you, algorithm!!
Pandemic dressing is a beast of its own kind. The last few years (!!) in global quarantine have majorly emphasized what it means to dress for a trip as far as the kitchen. Depending on whom one was on lockdown with, including if that was solo, the many forms of loungewear became like the different floors of a department store. First floor: four day sweatpants and stained t shirts. Second floor: black leggings and functional yoga wear for “special” occasions. Third floor: sexy items that actually match for when you need to feel cute and recall your humanity. You get the picture. It’s pretty fascinating; what it can do to the mind when THERE IS NO REASON TO PUT ON A BRA OR DEODORANT OR WEAR ANYTHING CIVILIZED. Bottom line, staying home and dressing cute feels like a huge achievement. Since home has been the sole stage for so long (I’m a homebody anyway, always have been), it’s been refreshing to stay fashionably intact with beautiful, comfy loungewear like this ensemble. Cream or ivory anything is yummy out the gate. I have worn this outfit on lockdown during a pandemic date, which helped create a romantic mood while at home. Now that the world is finding its footing again, this loungewear set will come along for the ride. “Home” is really special and being there is indeed an occasion as long as I’m chilling with loved ones, again, this includes doing that with just Me. The outfit here is two piece, consisting of the top and pants. I added a cream cardigan in the same shade to complete the look and to cuddle up in. The fuzzy, soft fabric is an instruction to snuggle up, and I’m more than happy to comply.