Red latex bustier, 8" Jimmy Choo stiletto heels, leather cock sheath, nipple clamps, sheer black hose.
God, I hate work uniforms.
black jeans, a red corduroy shirt, T-shirt, briefs, socks, slippers.
Them 8 in heels are murder.
Jeans, work boots, old long sleeve gray T, green sweatshirt.
I actually have a jacket on (over other things);in the house. It’s freaky cold here.
Jeans, work boots, grey 5k t-shirt, green hoodie. Different green hoodie than yesterday. Green hat.
T-shirt with Super Mario characters in 8-bit that says “Kickin’ it Old School” because Mario kicks the enemies-- get it?
Yoga socks.
Men’s boxers with Wonder Woman on them (I’m a chick).
Bike shorts and a long, lightweight sleeveless top.
Since mid July last year when I moved to a hot, desert climate, then to Bali for a month’s holiday, and now living in tropical Far North Queensland, I haven’t worn anything else. Makes deciding what to wear every morning hassle-free.
Old trail running shoes that have been demoted to yard work, old work jeans, 25k race shirt from 2015, old ratty hoodie that used to be blue/green but is now neither of those, Callaway golf hat with sweat/dirt/grease stains and a frayed bill.
It’s the end of the weekend, so:
Bib overalls (with pockets in the bib),
Navy polo shirt with Delta Blood Bank logo above front pocket,
Fluffy socks, and
Old “running” shoes.
The pockets are needed to hold my phone so I can listen to podcasts and audiobooks while doing chores.
Tee with pic of Boracay, loose plaid shorts, indoor Nikes, all from thrift shop, maybe five bucks total. It;s about 90 here, fans are on.
T-shirt but it’s borderline on temperature so I’ll put on a fleece jacket.
Casual pants, socks, shoes and underwear. My work is pretty casual.
Hi, brother! I’m wearing a blue terrycloth robe, and a brown towel wrapped around my hair. Soon it will be dry enough for me to comb it out and go to bed.
Well, I do, but I don’t post on the internet while I’m at that sort of dinner.
Socks. Underwear briefs. Pajama-bottom shorts. Eyeglasses. Hearing aids. Heart monitor. Th’th’th’that’s all, folks. Well, my tongue and teeth are coated. But there ain’t no bugs on me.
Sea-green tunic length mock-turtle necked top with grey sweatpants and white sweat socks. That’s about as interesting as my wardrobe gets, too. LOL!
Haha hi! I don’t have enough hair to wrap a towel around, but I like mah robe.
Currently: the aforementioned trail running shoes (no socks) , jeans (no underwear) , and a quilted flannel jacket (no shirt).
Couldn’t sleep so I threw some stuff on to go work on my project in the garage.
Working from home today. Gym tonight.
Draws, sports bra, black joggers, white men’s T-shirt, huge fluffy grey cardigan and fluorescent orange sparkly bootie socks (my feet are currently slathered in thick lotion. Lotioned feet, wood floors and a serious lack of grace are not a good combination).
Oh, and my Claddagh ring and celtic knot ring.
Same every day, whether teaching or lounging or churching or painting: untucked flannel shirt, black jeans, Rockports.
NOT that it’s any of your business (but then why did I reply? Hmmm…).
What is this “wearing” of which you speak?
Well, you’re wearing on my last nerve. If that helps, at all. (:)).
I’m at the clinic getting my PICC line fed.
It’s cold enough to hang meat. Happy I brought a hoodie.
I have on jeans and a tee-shirt.