I work from home. There are days when “casual dress” in my “office” does not include shoes or a bra. All day.
I love that.
Yesterday I picked up Leah from school in that very state of dress. Or undress. Depends how you look at it, right?
I loved that, too.
And for the record I had a dark shirt on and sat in my car the whole time. Not that if I had to get out of my car it would have mattered. 34Bs don’t have a lot to say with or without a bra. G-d bless the small chest.
I’d go barefoot all the time and everywhere if I could. There is nothing better than feet in the grass or walking on concrete to get the mail. I love shoes, but I’d prefer not to have to wear them. Because of this my late grandmother used to call me The Barefoot Princess. I like that title. It suits me. It also causes an extraordinary need for continuous pedicures, but that’s okay too.
So, fess up. You’ve done this, too. I know you have. What was it? Braless in carpool? Pajamas to the pharmacy in the middle of the night? Barefoot to the bank?